El Fruto De La Noche
(The Fruit Of The Night)
Most of the time
this is all I am.
A defiant little one, aren’t you? It’s okay, glare. Go on, hiss behind that tape. I like it when you are angry. When your mind is seething and your blood boils so hot it feels nearly freezing. I know what you are thinking. Right now your world is held hostage, trapped in thoughts of hating me and aching for more. Ah, but you do not hate me. No, what you really loathe is that you put yourself here. You asked to be bound, to be rendered helpless. You begged, on your pretty knees might I add, struggling to speak as I stuffed your mouth with my cock. Between gasps though, you pleaded for me to use you. To push your boundaries, to remove your freedom and that, that is what infuses your rage.
Fortunately for you, I delight in your violent growls, I beckon them and relish in how you buck and flail. Well, try to flail. It is rather challenging to fight back when hoisted and splayed, isn’t it my girl? Still, continue to thrash, it only adds fuel to my already ignited sadistic passion.
Come on now, show me what you’ve got!
There’s a space in my heart that only you can fill.
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”