Breathe Me in. Breathe you out. you have no thoughts. Only My voice. My beauty on your screen. you worship ALL of Me. Every divine inch of skin that My long nails trace over. you long for My sharp nails gliding over your skin. My nails... sharp. Unforgiving. My hands... so graceful, so soft. And yet, I could dig these nails into you at any given moment. What's stopping Me from grabbing ahold of you? Clawing into your worthless dick, engorged without My permission. Or perhaps I'd wrap My delicate hands around your pathetic throat. How lucky you would be to receive such extreme sensation. How lucky you would be to fund My manicures, to keep My claws properly sharpened. My hands, as elegant and fragile as they may seem, would delight in causing pain. The only thing weak around Me is you.