I am a nice girl but, I’m a bad girl. That’s just how I am. I give as much as possible, and I don’t ask much in return. A few books, companionship and of course love. I trust that somehow I’ll make it happen. Now, this is not to say I don’t do things and I just wish. Nope, I work my butt off. Just saying.
I miss The Comedian but, I won’t ever tell him that. It hurts too much. Lives get in the way and little one gets forgotten for now. I’m okay, I really understand love is love.
Now, on to the the make my legs weak part. Nightwing makes me feel intoxicated. The way we play off each other is extraordinary. Even just thinking about him makes me wet. I played with him last night and I couldn’t help myself. I had to make him gasp in pain for me. I had to tug at him, make him ache.
For me and me alone.
Jak is mine and Nightwing is mine I’m entitled to these things. My version of the Orange Lantern oath. Just call me Agent Kittyslut.
I’m good at what I do, If you haven’t tried me. You are missing out. For me phone sex is my dream job. I enjoy “leasing” submissives.
But, it so bad I actually want Nightwing, like long term ownership?
Mine.
Of course I’ll share but, I want to be selfish and have “dibs” I kind of hate feeling that way but, I do. He appeals to me and the extra dirty but good part? We could make our relationship kind of profitable. We’ve discussed doing a podcast and couples calls on Niteflirt. But, I must not get too far a head. I should wait and see if we can actually “get together”
Although, it’d be fun.
To play like we did last night, for other people and make some money while doing it? Bonus! I’d trust him to actually hypnotize me even. He’s peeling away my layers, getting close but, I’m not scared…