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Asmodeus visits in the night Whispers in my ear The cravings deep inside Grow with his words A warmth deep inside flourishes as the sun sets It grows and spreads The farther it goes The more I want satisfaction To be held roughly To be a pleasure object Asmodeus whispers become a feeling...Lust Lustful thoughts Need, no, want To be pinned Tied and Felt up With his lust, I just want to be the good girl While his whispers happen Hands wander Clothes become something unbearable And no matter how close It isn't close enough What was just whispers is louder now He talking now Guiding, gently, softly Expressing wants that are becoming needs Needing and wanting to become a blurry line Pleasure at the words leaving his mouth Lost in his words now Lost in the moment So close, so close for both Wanting to close at the same time Holding on with every fiber Every fiber holding on Until its impossible and you feel it That ecstasy and thrill That feeling you feel through your whole body Muscles tensed up and out of breath...his voice has quieted...for now
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Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
Asmodeus' Power
Asmodeus visits in the night Whispers in my ear The cravings deep inside Grow with his words A warmth deep inside flourishes as the sun sets It grows and spreads The farther it goes The more I want satisfaction To be held roughly To be a pleasure object Asmodeus whispers become a feeling...Lust Lustful thoughts Need, no, want To be pinned Tied and Felt up With his lust, I just want to be the good girl While his whispers happen Hands wander Clothes become something unbearable And no matter how close It isn't close enough What was just whispers is louder now He talking now Guiding, gently, softly Expressing wants that are becoming needs Needing and wanting to become a blurry line Pleasure at the words leaving his mouth Lost in his words now Lost in the moment So close, so close for both Wanting to close at the same time Holding on with every fiber Every fiber holding on Until its impossible and you feel it That ecstasy and thrill That feeling you feel through your whole body Muscles tensed up and out of breath...his voice has quieted...for now
Now its a compition haha
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18/Gender Fluid/Nowhere but everywhere
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
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