If you aren’t interested in learning a bit about the inner workings of your phone sex Mistress‘s mind, turn back now. Thar’ be dragons, lol! What lies ahead may well be the bones of those who went before you. Yes, I seem “sweet”, but then I whisper those oh, so humiliating things to you in that tone of voice that simply wrecks your soul. It confuses you, doesn’t it? Therein lies the risk, the danger. But it’s ALWAYS worth the risk? The warning signs I post merely intrigue you. So you read on… you ALWAYS read on… even if it’s only to convince yourself there’s no danger… I’m merely the sweet and tasty morsel of Mistress who teases you so mercilessly, where’s the harm in that?
I’ve been feeling like a huntress lately… see, I’ll be thirty later this month and apparently entering the “puma” category… not quite MILF phone sex, though… I’m not a mom, lol. Perhaps I’m seeing myself as more feline, more fem fatale. Yes, I’m direct about the fact I’m luring you. It’s not in my nature to seek unwilling prey. I lie in wait, not bothering to hide… and you’re so entraced you don’t see my teeth until it’s too late. I don’t seek to deceive, there’s no fun in that, no sport. And any man can understand the appeal of sport, can’t you? Of course… but while your sport is played in the field, my stadium is the bedroom… and in the psyche. And never think I don’t have a certain respect for my prey. It’s not my fault you ignore the obvious warning signs. You ALWAYS ignore the warning signs.
You set the rules of the hunt, I’ll give you that one advantage. Why? I’m so very confident in my ability to track you, consider it a head start. The smell of your lust marks your trail and you wonder why I’m always right there. Even as you find sanctuary, you’re panting, excited and I’m there again stripping away your safe haven. I feed on that quick glance you take over your shoulder as you feel my breath at your neck… again… One bite and your defenses falter, I strip each layer away and you’re vulnerable, naked before me. You’re compelled to kneel and worship. You lay bare your innermost fantasies to my wickedly erotic imagination. I ask you things that beguile you into revealing yourself. I use your own desire to shred the veneer of civilization to reveal your primal desires beneath.
See, a true huntress takes no pleasure in vanquishing timid souls. The timid are easy pickings. The timid leave a trail of their fear like an open invitation. The timid are a simple snack compared to snagging the strong, the proud. While my demeanor is sweet and measured, my words sometimes cut to the bone. It’s in my nature to go for the jugular. It’s not unexpected… you ALWAYS offer your neck up, enraptured of the idea of surrender. The pleasure and pain are balanced. And what’s the best part of it all for me? You’ll ALWAYS think it was about you until you have your epiphany. Then it will become glaringly apparent it was ALWAYS about me… and it ALWAYS will be. Your lust becomes my lust and we become one, predator and prey… And you’ll wonder why you didn’t offer yourself so freely before… but you’ll be grateful that you finally surrendered.
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