So why do I feel so good when I’m bent over a Steinway?
Touch this
Do you see how I look
a little shy?
I hope you get to see it in my eyes....
How I’m trying to hide it?
How I feel ashamed,
but aroused?
Stoic, but spinning inside myself
I hope you’ll take me there.
Once Upon a Time
When I was finishing my PhD, my thesis advisor liked to introduce me as “the dutchess”.
To my chagrin, I was unable to convince him that my actual title (not a dutchess) grants me no particular benefits or responsibilities whatsoever.
The remaining value of my paltry royalty seems good for one thing only: offering you the plausible fantasy of having your own depraved, aristocratic submissive to defile.
(Though I suppose if we were to grow especially close, there are a few small family castles to visit.)
Love
is reckless; not reason. (Reason seeks a profit.)
Desire:
It comes on strong;
consumes me, unabashed.