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The black lacy boy shorts I've taken photos in here before, you've seen them.

Off topic: I listened to the Little Drummer Boy song you did again yesterday.

Sigh.......it chokes me up every time!! :heart:
 
The black lacy boy shorts I've taken photos in here before, you've seen them.

Off topic: I listened to the Little Drummer Boy song you did again yesterday.

Sigh.......it chokes me up every time!! :heart:

Awesome. I'm glad!
 
You say my words turn you on?

Well, that's not good enough. I don't simply want my words to turn you on. For me, that's not good enough. I want my words to twist you. I want you to feed on them and digest them. I want them to diffuse across the inside of you and bind to your nervous systen and brain stem. I want your cerebral spinal fluid to be concentrated with my words to such a degree that it affects how you behave. My voice. My will.

I want my words to penetrate your innermost thoughts. I want them to flex and contort you. I want them to bend you and drive you to your knees in submissive glee. I want my words to break your iron will and move your breasts to tits, your vagina to my pussy...your person to my slut. My whore. Mine. All, fucking mine. I want my words to own you to such a degree that simply hearing my voice in your head while you read this causes your panties to be ruined in a flood of desire. I want you to find yourself helpless to the bliss I cause when I speak and force my words into you with reckless abandon...concerned only with placing you in a spot to experience delight by my hands...by my voice...at my words.

I don't simply want my words to turn you on. Thats not good enough, because I'm picky. And because I have chosen you to be mine, I want your will to melt into the sludge of mindless shudders, whimpers, and purrs that I will create in you. Because yes...i WILL create mindless screams, moans, and shivers. I will make your pussy become a sticky, smiling mess of of cunt that whispers...no...wails my name everytime my words enter and expand deeper and deeper inside of you. I want you to be helpless...no matter where you find yourself...to my power.

Because I do have power. And when my words hit your lips, ears, and kiss your eyelids..

When my words bite your nipples and suck the tender skin of your breasts...

When my words feast on your pussy, and slide far enough inside of you to start contractions and convulsions from the first time I make my words bend and spasm...

You will cease to be you.

You'll be all fucking MINE.
 
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You say my words turn you on?

Well, that's not good enough. I don't simply want my words to turn you on. For me, that's not good enough. I want my words to twist you. I want you to feed on them and digest them. I want them to diffuse across the inside of you and bind to your nervous systen and brain stem. I want your cerebral spinal fluid to be concentrated with my words to such a degree that it affects how you behave. My voice. My will.

I want my words to penetrate your innermost thoughts. I want them to flex and contort you. I want them to bend you and drive you to your knees in submissive glee. I want my words to break your iron will and move your breasts to tits, your vagina to my pussy...your person to my slut. My whore. Mine. All, fucking mine. I want my words to own you to such a degree that simply hearing my voice in your head while you read this causes your panties to be ruined in a flood of desire. I want you to find yourself helpless to the bliss I cause when I speak and force my words into you with reckless abandon...concerned only with placing you in a spot to experience delight by my hands...by my voice...at my words.

I don't simply want my words to turn you on. Thats not good enough, because I'm picky. And because I have chosen you to be mine, I want your will to melt into the sludge of mindless shudders, whimpers, and purrs that I will create in you. Because yes...i WILL create mindless screams, moans, and shivers. I will make your pussy become a sticky, smiling mess of of cunt that whispers...no...wails my name everytime my words enter and expand deeper and deeper inside of you. I want you to be helpless...no matter where you find yourself...to my power.

Because I do have power. And when my words hit your lips, ears, and kiss your eyelids..

When my words bite your nipples and suck the tender skin of your breasts...

When my words feast on your pussy, and slide far enough inside of you to start contractions and convulsions from the first time I make my words bend and spasm...

You will cease to be you.

You'll be all fucking MINE.

This is just what I needed to read right before I touch myself. Maybe I should change my tagline. "darkkent's words twist me, contort me"
 
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