The lack of visibility is part of the pull. Not seeing me in my entirety is part of the mystery..the intrigue. It lures you to the precipice and leaves you with a decision: take the leap or stay on the edge.

I can’t make that decision for you—all I can do is devour you once you’ve chosen correctly.

I love that I could say literally anything and you’d drool at the mouth like a lovesick puppy, waiting for my next words with so much anticipation you can’t think straight. Nor want to. That’s okay. I’ll do your thinking for you now.

Slave to your lust. Slave to me. Same thing.

T, you should be reposting what triggers you. My sweet toy.

What if I reply? What will I say? Good thing you can find comfort in the send button. Tying the press of it to your ever-growing arousal.

And all I have to do is watch the screen as you unravel, mm

The typing indicator. The green dot noting I’m online. The read receipts. All subtle details that I’m ignoring you. All igniting a flame you can’t quite put out. Even if you wanted to ignore your instinct and go about your day, you’re trapped..