Toying with your Desperation

Description: you’re not in control anymore. not of your urges, not of your body, and certainly not of when you’re allowed to let go. i keep you on the edge - taunting, circling, smirking every time your bladder begs. i tease, leaning in just to pull it all away. over and over. every twitch, every muscle clench, every desperate whimper makes me more amused, more cruel. you don’t get certainty. you don’t get comfort. but you do get my gorgeous, smiling face, elated at your misery. my hot body teasing you, preying on your suffering… me, toying with your desperation.