I have been looking for a very special boy.

A fucked up, needy boy. Eager to please, to submit, to succumb to perversion.

If you are lucky, then you are not him. If you are lucky, then you were not born with that peculiar engine that drives one to self-destruction. If you are lucky, you do not want to give up control over your life, and become a teenage girls whore.

I am deeply sorry for what I will do to you. But I will still do it.
Make no mistake, I want a dog. A slavish, sopping wet whore who lives to please me. Who clings, needs. Cries when I leave. I want to fucking ruin you so you are incapable of functioning without me. A clingy, addicted mess.

It is hard to convey in words the deep perversion I want to visit on you. How hard I am, thinking about you crawling to me, ass in the air, tongue out, with love in your eyes. My loving little bitch in heat.

Growing up, I was always drawn to femme fatales in 90s neo noir films. Now I have become one. How things come full circle.

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