You can almost taste it...

[BruiseWayne]

Bit...

by bit...

by bit...

Surrendering pieces of yourself to me. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. Tasty little morsels all laid at my feet. Knelt there, you arrange this tantalizing display. Shameless. Salacious. Succulent. And my mouth begins watering as you sink lower still, down on all fours like a feral beast, leash between your teeth. Modesty... vulnerability... dignity... Sacrificial offerings for a sinful buffet. Perhaps I should get an apple for your mouth, I wonder, as you present like you were on a platter for me. Decadent. Devoted. Delicious. Then I lick my lips, watching you crouch low, ass in the air, head to the floor, arms outstretched. Humbled. Humiliated. Hopeful. A veritable feast. So my grin twists, baring a hint of teeth as I reach for the meat. Absolutely ravenous. Filled with a powerful lust to just eat you alive.

Bit...

by bit...

by bit...