It’s a long, lonely walk up those stairs, isn’t it? You stand there and sigh. You can feel your cock growing stiff. He’s up there, just as fucking cute as can be. You go back to your den. You try to look at some porn. Porn isn’t very satisfying, when you can’t look at the dark stuff. You are shaking as you go on the special section of The Dark Web. You quickly turn it off and snort up a line.
Now you are pacing the floor. You try, and calm down with a drink. She won’t be home for another 2 hours. Maybe just a peak in his room. More liquid courage and another line. You finally summon up the courage to call me.
Follow me up the stairs. Come on, because you know you are craving it.
Call me to make all your dark, disturbing, and twisted fantasies come true. Why deprive yourself, when you can call me?
Written By: Poison Ivy
