I don’t intend to leave an imprint on your heart. Nor provide you with pleasant cuddles. I will leave you with memories of a strong grip on your throat and the feeling of your cunt stretched as my thickness fills you. The desire you feel, that turns to a greed filled need. The greedy need of you wanting to be taken and used in nasty, fucked up ways. Wanting, needing, addicted to the kink of being used.
Desperate to feel that disconnect, non emotional filled sexual encounter. Used. Abused.
Taken.
Discarded.
Again and again...
