Submission: "There’s something about that shyness of yours… Every time your eyes start avoiding mine, every time you turn your face away I lose control of myself; I have to push you against the wall...
Submission: “Be careful with your touches, my dear. I’m very ticklish there. Mm? Are you tempted to take advantage of that? By all means, go ahead. Make me laugh. Make me squirm under your fingers. I won’t stop you. Just know that I will get you back, and I will have any number of my copies to assist me when I do…”
Submission: “I find it amusing that you would think I would be repulsed by your ‘physical flaws,’ my sweet. When you are bare before me, the only thing I am thinking of is where to put my mouth first.”
Submission: “Oh, how I love the look of innocence and wonder in your eyes as my fingers play inside you. Your body twists into any number of lustful shapes, but your eyes always stay fixed on mine; awestruck, trusting, questioning. I can hear your thoughts, “Loki, what are you doing to me?” I’ll tell you. I’m taking us both to a beautiful cliff, where, clinging to me, you will gladly tumble over. And then you will beg me to start again.”
Submission: “Your subconscious screams for me. It’s all you think about. The sweet snap of my hips pounding out a drum beat against your luscious thighs. Such a pretty image. Would you like to make it a reality?”