I know who you are.
The girl who smiles while soaking her thighs.
The one who bites her lip and scrolls just a little slower
When the word “Daddy” lands like thunder in her chest.

You don’t want to be saved.
You want to be kept.

You want a man who doesn’t flinch
When you confess that you ache for cum like it’s oxygen.
A man who doesn’t ask why you're needy—
Because he knows that need is your native tongue.

So listen to me now.
Let my voice slide between your legs
Like fingers you didn’t ask for but secretly begged to feel.

You want to be trained?
I’ll make your mouth my altar.
I’ll teach you the rhythm,
The depth,
The discipline of cock worship
Until your jaw aches and your eyes glaze
And you forget anything existed before my praise.

You love being watched?
Then I’ll tie you wide,
Dripping and on display,
Make you beg to be used in front of others,
And thank me when I make you cum
While everyone else just watches you fall apart.

You're an exhibitionist?
Good.
I'll turn you into art.

I'll write your name in bruises.
Leave my fingerprints behind your knees.
Etch my desire into your thighs
So that even when you’re alone,
Naked in the mirror,
You remember:
You’re not yours anymore.
You’re mine.

You want a mentor?
Then come learn at my feet.

I’ll teach you obedience wrapped in velvet.
How to gag without fear.
How to squirt without shame.
How to be my favorite toy
And my favorite reward.

Because your pleasure isn’t a problem—
it’s my purpose.

I don’t want money.
I don’t want lies.
I don’t want to fix you.

I want your filth.
Your tears.
Your orgasms.
All of them.

You’ll cum until your thighs shake,
Until your pillow’s soaked,
Until your fingers tremble and your voice cracks
From moaning my name like it’s prayer.

I’ll be the man you think of when you masturbate.
The voice in your head when you're gagging on cock.
The only one who knows how to ruin you just right.

You say you’re depraved?
Good.

Because I don’t want polite.
I want the girl who wants to be a cum toy one day
And a worshipped goddess the next.
The girl who’ll hand me her shame like a leash
And ask me to lead her out of it.

And I will.

I’ll take all of it.
Every fantasy.
Every dirty truth.
Every hidden need that makes you wet in silence.

You give me your submission,
And I’ll give you the kind of pleasure
That makes you cry with your legs open,
Smile with cum on your lips,
And whisper “please, again”
Before your body has even stopped shaking.

Because baby, I was made for this.
For you.

For the sweet, needy, filthy girl
Who was never too much—
Just waiting for a man who could take it all
And give her more.