Mary Poppins

“Pretend you don’t want it.”

“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”

“I want you. Right up against the window.”

“You know I love you, right? I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”

“Don’t pussyfoot around. I want it to hurt.”

“Let me blindfold you.”

“I want to make every inch of you mine.”

“Wrap your hands around my throat.”

“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”

 “Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”

 “Just sit back and let me give you a show.”

 “I want to make you bleed.”

 “Relax. I’ll teach you the ropes.”

 “Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffocate.”

 “Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”

 “What would you think about adding a third party?”

 “You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”

 “That’s it. Touch yourself for me.”

 “Bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock.”

 “No using your hands. I’ll spread my lips and you lick.”

 “Clean yourself out for me first.”

 “Present yourself for me.”

 “I want you to tie me up so I can’t get away.”

 “I’m going to tie you to the bed posts and have my way with you.”

 “I want you to dominate me.”

 “You’re all mine, pet.”

 “Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”

 “Are you sure that’s going to fit?”

 “I’m going to fill all your holes.”

 “They’re next, after I’m done with you.”

 “Just watch it with me. Maybe it’ll give us some ideas.”

 “I want you to humiliate me.”

 “You’re pathetic. If I wasn’t willing to fuck you, no one would.”

 “It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”

 “That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.”

 “Don’t touch me. Just watch.”

 “Are you sure you know how to use that?”

 “I hope you don’t mind whip marks.”

 [Text] What are you wearing?

 “I want to drip candlewax all over you.”

 “I know just how to make you relax.”

 “Have you ever tried rimming?”

 “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”

 “I got the mirror so you can see yourself while I’m fucking you.”

 “You’re not afraid of a little piece of ginger, are you?”

 “I want to pour ___ all over you and then lick it off.”

 “Oh my. I didn’t know you could move like that.”

 “I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”

 “I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”

 “Oh no. Not until you beg.”

 “Tell me how good this feels.”

 “On your knees.”

 “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”

 “Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

 “Relax your throat.”

 “I want you to ride me.”

 “Oh, that hurts so good.”

 “I want to hear you scream.”

 “Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

“It is only through the ordinary that the extraordinary can make itself perceived.” Mary remarks, recollecting a quote that seems to be engraved within her mind alike many others that fix itself to her memory giving her this wise persona to be emphasised and her booming intelligence, which seems almost remarkable for someone so young, let alone a woman. Then again, Mary had never been the conventional submissive type; she is not the stereotype.

"If that is so Bert, I do hope that you say that as a compliment and not something I should take offense too.” Her bright eyes of crystallized blue observe the man she is familiar with for many years; he did not have a bad bone in all his body…perhaps just at times…a bad choice of words for some marvelously intended sentences. 

"Huh?!" He squawked. Hank clocked him upside his melon head.

"Stop shouting, Tommy, You’ll make us all go deaf!"

"No, I’m not a good chef! Why are we yelling?!" Obviously, the blasts had rattled more than his eardrums. Hank huffed and clocked him again, shushing Tommy. After a few minutes, the ringing died down in his skull and the kid looked around. "No… Why were you yelling about chefs?"

"Shut up and listen to the lady, you little shit,"

"Gentleman, please!" She pleads (and scolds) at the sound of the sudden rambling nonsense that appeared to occur between them, as well as the sudden swearing which made her eyes widen merely at the ruthlessness of saying such cursive, colloquial language without hesitance. Although she assumed men of war picked this sort of language up - after all, with all they saw and being in a very masculine environment, she couldn't imagine any different.

His ears are still ringing.

"Whassat?!More of them? Shoot, I’m out of ammo!”

No, Tommy. There aren’t any more. Calm down.

At this moment in time she is tempted to drag him by his ear elsewhere; there were loud noises everywhere, ones in which she should have expected in London during such a time of War, but nevertheless, it still managed to make her quake in her shoes and as much as she tried to remain as dominant as others expected from her, her heart was beating like a thousand jungle drums.

“It is only through the ordinary that the extraordinary can make itself perceived.” Mary remarks, recollecting a quote that seems to be engraved within her mind alike many others that fix itself to her memory giving her this wise persona to be emphasised and her booming intelligence, which seems almost remarkable for someone so young, let alone a woman. Then again, Mary had never been the conventional submissive type; she is not the stereotype.

"If that is so Bert, I do hope that you say that as a compliment and not something I should take offense too.” Her bright eyes of crystallized blue observe the man she is familiar with for many years; he did not have a bad bone in all his body…perhaps just at times…a bad choice of words for some marvelously intended sentences. 

He replied after a while. He was disappointed yet again, that the woman believes in life more than in death and what is there beyond. She only thinks about this life and what is to come. Even when she has accomplished things, she has done what needs doing, she will never be satisfied with life, and will regret some things in the end. Death is not a welcome guest. So he repeats the words he told a man once before, in another lifetime.

❝ Methinks, by most, ‘twill be confess’d,                  that Death is never a welcome guest. ❞

He looks at her this time, maintaining eye contact before breaking it and started walking again. Droplets began to patter down the pavement and soon enough, it was raining. He gave his good coat to the woman to, at least, keep her dry until they find a roof to shield them from the rain.

                    ❝ It seems, We are stuck here for the time being. ❞

It is the most gentlemanly act he has committed since the five months she has known him and she values it tremendously as she clings to his larger coat that has been given to her, lifting it slightly so it is above her head, forcing the rain to bounce off of the material as she is kept dry beneath the pouring rain as well as nearby shelter. "Forsooth." She agrees softly, looking at the grey sky, that almost seems as if it is about to storm - as if it will suddenly thunder and show lightning.

"I am starting to think that it would have been best to stay indoors, as much as the concept of this idea was pleasant." Mary says quietly, gazing up at the sky that seems to darken by the second. It felt as if a storm was brewing and she felt that it was becoming impossible to avoid the weather anywhere they wandered. She felt that of course she could have ventured elsewhere...they could have perhaps quickly hailed a cab...but it seemed none were around at this instance, and only the view of people running in the rain with umbrellas or newspapers over their heads.

             ❝ I will answer yours, if you answer mine.                                That is not what you think of them. ❞

He says, a silent promise in exchange for the information he’ll be receiving from her. After a while, he explains himself to avoid looking too eccentric a man.

❝ Your perspective on the matter is needed,           for I am a theology lecturer. I do not know               how I got the job, for I am an atheist, but I am passionate                                                           about religion as well.  ❞

"Well, I suppose I have not taken much thought towards such a question." Mary says with truthful honesty. She doesn't concern herself with thoughts of death, because alike most, she fears it...not what will happen after, but being forgotten and how her life might just be meaningless...although she tries each day to make it significant at least to herself. If she makes it satisfactory for herself, then what else does it matter?

"I am quite agnostic to the idea. They dont really concern me, I feel the basic thought; if you are sinful, hell, if you sell your soul, hell, and if you are good and not do the contrary, then Heaven - I assume."

He looks at her as she locked the door to his own house, and looked at the ground, waiting for her to finish. When she was done, he looked back up and gave a tiny smile.

❝ Why must you always be so hostile? ❞

He shakes his head and shrugs instead. He would’ve offered his arm for her, but he does not like physical contact and tries as much to avoid it all. It seems that the woman thinks they are equal, but Mephistopheles did not see it that way. They were not equal and they will never be. She is only human, bound to be sent to bliss or eternal damnation for her actions here on Earth, and Mephisto was a Prince, an archdemon, and he was more than powerful to begin with. As they started to walk, Mephisto could not help but ask:

               ❝ What do you think of angels and demons? ❞

"Angels and demons?" She chooses to ignore the latter question, finding it quite unssatisfactory and therefore goes for the current. She wonders briefly what he can mean by that to bring up such a question - almost childlike in its way. She is usually not one for discussing things such as religious topics, usually because they conclude to a hostile environment with tension and much disagreement. "Angels are positive enlightenment's, demons are those from hell...well, from or have left Heaven for hell." It was a basic answer yet then again, he had asked a basic question.

"Discussions on such things usually conclude in a very inappropriate manner, so I do hope your reason for asking this question is brief and won't lead to more lectures or debatable remarks." Mary knows she has somewhat put her foot down on this specific choice of topic for conversation, but it is a wise one to do so. As much as it may be interesting, in the long haul, it can usually led to negative influences and impacts - ones which she did not wish to discuss nor be thrown into with her head under water.

"If you continue this way, you'll make me blush."