Gentle-Sadist

spitting on your pussy, slapping it with the tip, then making my little slut take every inch like she was made for nothing else

calling you my little slut while I ruin you slowly

Being provided for does not quiet the part of you that wants to be chosen with hunger. Stability can hold your life together and still leave your skin lonely. You know the difference. That is the wound.

Some nights there is nothing pretty about you. Good. Keep the tired eyes. The silence. The empty stare. Stop spending what little energy you have pretending to be pleasant. Come here. Head down. My fingers through your hair. No talking unless you want to. I’ll notice whether you ate. Whether you drank. Whether you started disappearing into yourself again. You get quiet. I watch closer. You were never required to be easy to keep.

The pretty ones always try to hide the ugliest hunger. That is why I would take my time with you. I would make your mask slip slowly, make your pride feel stupid, make your body shake with the kind of need that turns a sweet girl into a soaked little fucktoy begging for more.