One day your vanilla ex will see you in the street when she'll ask, horrified, if you're okay and you'll respond with the preprogrammed speech that I've preemptively installed into your brain and I'll be so proud 🥹🥹
Your wallet opens the moment I slip off my shoes. Each glance at my soles drains your balance, and you’ll beg for more with every dollar you send. Empty your wallet to my soles.
You love it-the way I use you, how I poke and prod at things within you you didn’t know existed, making you feel things you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. You love the way I get in your head, learning all the fucked up little things about y
