Playing with fire. Games that go too far. How I love to watch you flirt, show yourself off. Sometimes I find myself looking not at you but at the men who are scoping you top to bottom, and I feel the old familiar squirming sensation in my stomach, accompanied by a hardness that is almost painful.

Go on ... those frat boys playing pool. Go have a drink with them. Maybe a dance or two. Play a round with them. Let them show you how to rack and break, their hands wandering over you.

Or the wannabe rapper eyeing you with a predatory gleam in his eye when we go to the club, me in a plain suit and you in a dress that made you blush just when I suggested you wear it. Let him buy you a gin and tonic; let him tell you about his record deal and how you'd make a great backup dancer for his next video. It's just a game, right? No one's going to go too far.

Except you will. Addicted more and more to something you found silly at first, giving in to my nudges to misbehave more and more easily, until finally you're doing things on your own. Lying to me about what you've been doing. Even when those lies are transparent. My little angel ... turning in her halo and feather wings for demoness wings and horns on her forehead ... and the horns she'll make me wear.

A look for a cuckolding scene, obviously. I have a lot of scenarios in mind, but what I really crave is a slow burn, a situation where you get more and more into it, letting yourself slide into depravity inch by inch, until I no longer have any control over it ... and when I whimper to you about it being too much, about wanting to stop, you simply mock me and tell me it was all my idea in the first place...

Looking forward to the adventurous and the abusive ;-)