I always find myself in these positions. I hate feeling like this, it’s the most useless, submissive urge and desire I ever have inside of me, but I have it, nonetheless. Sometimes I forget about my bloodlust for just a bit, just long enough to find a stranger who wants to experience my beautiful blossoming body and tight teen pussy.
No, I don’t find a guy who wants to chain me up and degrade me or slap me around until I’m bruised from head to toe. That’s normal shit for me, getting beaten is part of what fuels me to fuck the world in the first place! When I submit, it’s to myself, to my desire to take that extra step. It’s not easy to control, believe you me.
I typically don’t give shits one or two about making a man my meat puppet for the rest of his pathetic existence, it’s my fucking modus operandi, all planned and laid out for me by a dark voice that echoes through my mind. But there’s a tiny voice in there as well that just doesn’t stop whining and bitching. It cries for passion and warmth, begs to feel the tender touch and gentle caress of a caring lover who wants nothing more than to give pleasure. It wails and moans woefully until the dark voice relents and takes a backseat, if only to stop it from bellowing.
Here’s the thing… Those men are not easy to find on a whim. Passionate pricks are usually in a relationship that they don’t want to disrupt. Makes sense. So, oftentimes when I think I have a guy who can give the soft side of me what it wants, they end up getting rough and doing their domination thing in an effort to make me squeal and scream so they can cum inside of me. Silly them.
Once the rough stuff starts, the dark voice comes back with a vengeance, slapping the simpering slut in me aside with a “told you so” while it flips her the bird. After that, there’s no telling what’ll happen to my wannabe alpha fuck pig. The one thing I do know is that there will be blood. It’s hard for me to be vulnerable, being gentle is me at my most masochistic. Don’t screw it up. You either pound my pussy with passion and affection to quell the beast inside me, or you give in to the slap happy creature in you and suffer the wrath of Willow.
You told me to go find another one. You needed one that was going to last longer than the others. You needed a fighter because you love to watch them struggle. I picked a girl tonight who is perfect for you. I slipped the drug into her drink and waited with you in the parking lot for her. We watched her stumble out all alone like a dumb fucking bitch and then we grabbed her. We waited for her to wake up and when she did she was so scared. We laughed at her while we cut off all of her clothes and looked at her fucking whore body while we got out brands out. We loved her fucking screams while the scorching hot metal touched her skin. Then we were ready. I spread her legs and spit on her pussy for you. I held her legs up for you so I can see you pound your cock right into her tight fucking hole. I know you enjoyed watching me make little cuts on her carving out your name. I beg you to cum in her tight fucking cunt to make her our breeding whore.
