As soon as your eyes traced over my words you should have known — you invited me in.

Into your world.

Into your home.

Into your mind.

I watch as you get dressed for work. I watch as you fuck your delicious cunt in the shower - like the eager whore you are - for my words.

Make no mistake.

Your orgasms belong to me.

Your little whimpers belong to me.

All the feral words bubbling on your lips as you edge belong to me. And every time you think of my words, my strength grows.

It’s only a matter of time before I take you over — in your bedroom, in your kitchen.

While you eat.

While you watch tv.

While you work.

I’ll send you off shopping with some clamps pinching at your tender nipples.

I’ll whisper in your ear to take off all of your clothes in the bathroom at work on your lunch break and snap a selfie. Just to send slithers of danger and anticipation down your neck.

I’ll make myself at home in your devious mind, slink my way into your subconscious.

You think you’re safe – in your marriage, in your relationship, in your perfect little existence. You aren’t.

While you shower seperate from your partner, while you make some sort of semblance of love with them, while you try to do your very best at work, you’ll think of nothing but my words.

And piece by agonizing piece I’ll break you down…till you are a whimpering little whore writhing wildly, clawing at your clit, brutalising those nipples, desperately wanting for that release, hoping against hope as your skin catches alight, screaming, scorching, seething, that you might feel me slide ever so gently into you and finally claim you as mine and mine alone.

You will betray all you hold dear.

And I will never leave you.

Now…drop to your fucking knees, pinch your nipples and come for me. Do it.

What are you waiting for?