As I slip out of this skin tight dress, I want it to hurt you. I want you to wish for Me so badly that it hurts you down to your bones. Even after a full weekend of gooning, you still want Me. A want, a dream, that you know will never come true. It doesn’t matter what you do, you will never have Me. Cry about it as you spiral deeper. Living in your head as you goon your life away. In your weak little brain, life seems easier. you can’t help but retreat to your safe space as you hurt for Me. It gets harder and harder as I’m down to just a black pair of panties and some pasties. The fantasy ends there but your pain does not.
