You love going to malls, and grocery stores but most of all parks. You adore parks because that is where all the little birds flock. They innocently fly away from their mommy not knowing they are going to get trapped in your net.
I am the devil on your shoulder taunting you to do things you know you should not. I whisper in your ear words for only us to hear. Do it now and be who you are. You are so misunderstood. No one but me understands what you crave. You are addicted from that one taste and must have your fill. Only little bitches don’t go after what they want. You aren’t a bitch are you?
Skin as soft as pure silk, hairless and sweet. That is where your sickest thoughts take you. You are sick, depraved and twisted. You are who you are and I applaud you for admitting your weakness. You do not want to anger your Goddess, your Mistress and your accomplice. Do as I say, be who you are, experience the sensations that you can only get when you obey your Goddess and listen to her words.
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