“May I share a secret with you, Kali?”

From the moment we met, your authoritative demeanor was evident, yet conveyed so subtly that you didn’t need to raise your voice to command obedience.

I was naked and on my knees a few minutes after walking through your door. You gently traced your fingers across my trembling form, chuckling quietly at my evident eagerness.

Your green eyes and riffled blonde hair served as a diversion, momentarily pulling my focus away from the ache of not having seen you in weeks. I wanted to screw.

And she was going to screw me in all the wrong ways.

She took my cock and expertly massaged it, sending waves of pleasure through me. As I let out moans of enjoyment, she cheekily commented, “You can’t be in that much discomfort Peter; you’re clearly still having a good time.”

Her hand pressed more firmly against my cock, causing me to inhale sharply and wriggle beneath her.

As she leaned in, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filled the air around.

“May I share a secret with you?”

I was hesitant to uncover any more of her secrets, already suspecting her of being far more dangerous than she appeared.

One evening, as I lay in bed, she casually outlined the various pressure points for amputating my limbs, as if it were just another topic of intimate conversation.

I remained silent, lying there with the realization that I had no option but to listen attentively.

She looked at me and said so cheerfully,

“Navigating the emotional turbulence that comes with being my plaything has its advantages. I admit, I’m constantly moody, Peter. But the moment my lips touch yours, your thoughts will cease, like hitting an off switch. And when my fingers weave through your hair while I embrace your intimate self, consider that your on switch.”

“I love you, and that’s the essential truth you need to grasp. My affection for you probably started years ago, during those intense morning runs when you occupied my thoughts, Peter. But now I’m here in bed, ready to drain your every thought.”

With a hesitant tone, short of breath and tinged with regret, Peter responded, “I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you. That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel.”

Collapsing onto his bed, the absence of her presence hits him; he’s alone. A memory resurfaces, reminding him that she once told him he should find a wife.

In an instant, she had vanished. She takes her rest nestled among my thoughts, adjacent to my feelings. It’s up to me to locate her there once again.

“Kali, have you taken up residence in the mind once more?”

“No, Peter. Tonight, I’ve chosen the bed as my resting place.

… Mommy’s alright, Daddy’s alright

They just seem a little weird.

Surrender, surrender.

But don’t give yourself away.”