persuade me, darling. if one's god is not dead, then why the fuck is he allowing them to plead for something such as a reason to exist? think about it thoroughly. - Jacques, the fallen angel.

sweetheart, i love the sight of you kneeling before me; crying and begging to satisfy you. you even assured me that i had always been your god every time you reached your peak, how pleasing.

given that my little prince consistently does a good job of worshiping me, i've decided to reward him by simply allowing him to do whatever he desires with my body. he can use, wreck, as well as mark me as he pleases. he's such a good boy for his lord.

the fascinating thing after a night out with him is that he cuts his palm without any hesitation; wounding it, allowing his blood to leak. he did all of that to sign an agreement with me because of his fleshly needs. it was exceedingly alluring of him to do it for pleasure.

in the mood to please someone, to manipulate their mind into thinking that what i'm doing to their body is a result of love but in reality i'm using them to fulfill my own satisfaction. such a wicked and yet hot thing to do.

i just wanna be railed while studying.

how are my moots? i miss spending my time on this account. i'm planning to be active since my schedule is not that hectic anymore.

oh, really? you like this persona of myself? you really like this version of me, it's clearly visible on those deceiving eyes. jacques as your submissive cum dump. i could see you enjoying the sight of me being intoxicated after being drugged.

my sexual fantasy is to be touched secretly in a public place; slipping their hand inside my miniskirt and slowly rubbing them in a circular motion; while holding myself not to whimper. the excitement while being in heat is something that i'm looking forward to.

Cuddling under the blankets which ends up with your fingers deep inside them as you kiss and bites along their neck, leaving love bites on their skin while you whisper praises and sweet nothings against their ear. Their soft moans and whimpers leave their quivering lips.

it's a NEED

Could be us

real