Note to a lurking ghost

I know you’re out there.

I know that you take a look here, every so often, that even after ghosting on me, you continue to find yourself intrigued by me, by what I represent.

I know that you hunger to read more about yourself here, that seeing me describe you, describe sex with you, here makes your cunt ache. And I know that you’re hungry for more.

I also know that you’re more of a bratty sub than a compliant one. You like saying “no.” You like saying “yes,” and then failing to deliver. Not necessarily intentionally, but you can’t help yourself. You over-promise and under-deliver. Maybe the shiny object in front of you right now is more compelling than I am. Because I know that you also like to deliver, to give me precisely what I want.

I don’t care about any of this.

I mean, I do a little. I’d much prefer you give me what I ask than either promise it and fail, or disappear – each of which you’ve done.

But at the end of the day?

I just want your mouth on my cock.

Give me that. Please.