It all sounds like a simple, easy game when it comes to your sexually deranged habits...you keep on telling yourself that everything is under control, that you are strong enough to resist the urge to captulate and find the floor with your knees in front of me, once and for all. It is all just an innocent fantasy, worshipping a seemingly unreal Goddess who only exists out of your reach, a harmless pleasure with no deeper consequences... You hide your true nature even from yourself...and I wonder if you will survive my deep, mesmerising ********. Will you be able to keep the facade up the moment I reveal to you the hard truth?
