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I’ve got a love affair with sex. Sex never does me wrong, and in turn, it always does me right, once I figure out exactly how I want it to cum. And that love affair has left me with so many desires sometimes. I’m always the queen you clearly can tell, but, a queen does not rule upon a single thrown with a single crown.

Whether its soft gentle teasing with a girl, pain from a worm or maybe allowing some lucky stud to fuck me like the slut he really wants there’s just so many sensual little desires to be explored in the world, and I’m only one goddess…

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I know your kind, and you’re not good enough for me, just admit it, accept it, embrace it. You’re a bitch. That’s fine though, I like bitches. Love them, in fact…well, as far as those pathetic little sluts deserve, I’m a leading producer in broken little bitches, and I’m always happy to add one pathetic little faggot to my flock. Look at you, you love it when I talk to you like this, don’t I you stupid little slut?

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Phone Sex I like

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Interrupting my schedule for a few moments, I thought for a brief instance I’d pause to answer a question I get posed nearly every time I go off to have fun with some slut or pervert before the games begin. You have to understand, even if it may be hard, that I am a wicked creature and filled with all kinds of dark, sultry needs.

I like to bathe in hedonistic pursuits. Intelligence is a must but I’m more then aware most entities out there aren’t as smart as me, and certainly none as beautiful.

You can’t possibly like anything I wouldn’t find some way to enjoy, even if you have to realize its about me. Not you. It’s never about you, slut.

I want to be able to follow my dark desires no matter what they happen to be and I do, no matter what you want I’m going to find things that please me. Your sickest desires are games for me. I want to wallow in deceit and fear, I want to suckle at the teat of depravity. I can be a perfect innocent little creature, but deep down?

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Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you.

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid.

Your Inadequacy.

Weakness is as wonderful a nectar as power. I know plenty of you males are weak, plenty of you women are weak, sissys weak, it doesn’t matter. Weakness infects people, but the delightful succulence of weakness is that its a nectar of an entirely different sort.

When you are weak your decisions no longer matter, your life no longer matter, everything about you becomes dependent on the subsistence and choice of another, stronger, creature. You in effect become helpless. And in becoming helpless, you surrender to failure.

Not that you become a failure, no, you know that you cannot succeed, therefore, anything you do, regardless of success or failure, is automatically excused…who could expect better of you?

 

What’s your favorite weakness, pets? Do tell me, I’m eager to know.