Match My Nasty Or Be Nastier Than Me

Match my nasty or be nastier than me 🤷🏾‍♂️

Everything your body can do that isn't done for me is.. is at it's best tertiary.

C'mere you little disappointment. Come let me see why everyone else leaves you. Come let me turn you inside out.

A deviant dominant from birth I spent my early years in the halls of alt.com and then led the charge to FetLife. There's nothing that I haven't done, nothing I wouldn't do for the right doll. Let me bring you through the midnight orchard where every tree bears fruit so luscious your lips will be stained until dawn. Let me wrap your hair around my fist and truly show you how worshiped and sacred you are and how defiled and degraded. I'm a priest of the goddess and I want to drown in you.

@pileofuck .. for you sweet thing.

I would have, could have stayed forever in this low place of shadowy contemplation, this ebony underworld where light has no name. There is no time without sunrise or seasons. There is no sleep without waking. I would have, could have stayed for eternity and thought it wasn't more than a mortal’s single day, yet the sweet scent stirred me and brought me to the surface. Brought me within sight of she who stole My dark contentment. Demeter in all her gentle earthly countenance and stone solid wisdom would never consider easing the black and lonely soul of her brother. Not at the cost of one moment and surely not at the cost of her heir. That heir with the air of rejuvenating purity and costly curiosity. I slipped forward enough for eyes to catch eyes, for the chemistry of light and dark that has existed since the beginning to catch and take hold. Anyone watching that first communion between the daughter of the earth and the son of sin would say she froze and faltered, never having seen such a beast before. They would say she was charmed and bitten and poisoned by the venom of my terrible want. They would say she succumbed and slipped down into this unspeakable kingdom. They would say she was stolen. There was a theft at this moment of meeting. It wasn't her grace taken, no it was my heart. It is known she swallowed the pomegranate of passion, the binding seed of possession. it's known by all that it bound her to this fate of sick union. What isn't known by those on Olympus or by the children of men is how her small hand held my wrist and brought the seed and my adoring fingers to her own mouth. What isn't known by any save the ravens and crows and blue black stallions, and all creatures of the nocturne is this childe, this heir of the goddess Demeter came to the entrance her half home hades and waited to be owned. With a gleam of will in her eyes that only some fathers of daughters see sometimes in their eyes she waited and watched and let herself be made mine. I never fooled the one I love, but to hide that truth I take the blame. I take the blame. There is nothing in dark night to compare to her aspects, nothing I'd seen could match the visage of her. A deal made with Demeter gives me heart for half the year. Your autumn of dying things with a frail golden glow gives us sacred reunion. Your winter cold with bitter winds yields for us blissful kisses. I give her back when dreaded spring comes, summer offers a despair so morbid my dark heart trembles. I wait without breath for the hell in Hades to pass with cyclic surety. I wait for My queen Persephone to come home. So hold dear your bright warm mornings and rose blossoms my mortal friends. Revel in the bees and trees and tall green grass. Soak up your summer sun like each day might be the end. Even a deal with Demeter herself would be, could be broken if the ache in Hades heart bursts forth and slips from these lips in half hissed whispers ...Please my love.. stay for the summer.

Charles Manson and I share a birthday.. but I'm younger at 49. fireballs.