There's a moment when a request becomes a plea, when eagerness morphs into desperation, when the last remnant of dignity dissolves and you're just a helpless puddle of need. That's the sweet spot. That's the moment I relish, because that's when you truly become mine.
Tease and denial is an art. The young trollops with their lollipops and jean shorts may dabble in it, but they've yet to perfect it. I, however, know how to sink a hook into you that sticks around even when I slip out of sight.
There's a flash of silence and it feels like you've been left alone with your own heavy breathing and gnawing hunger. Then my laughter curls around you, lapping at your skin like a flame.
"God, you're cute when you panic. Yes, I'm still here. Why don't you show me how grateful you are for my attention and how you'll do anything for just a little...more?"
~ Layla (866) 992-3258 ~
