Just the way they sparkle, when I think about fucking with your mind. How deep and dark they are. Staring into your soul. Making you lose your mind and wits. Desperation settling where common sense used to live. Slowly taking over. Captivating you. Making you beg for it. Denial is the one thing that gets to you. You stepped into the big bad wolf's den and now you are stuck being my toy. Submissive and weak. Begging and pleading for an orgasm. The sound of my finger snapping hopefully promising relief.
