I know. [MF]

You’re a good girl. Always doing the right thing. Always caring, loving, giving of yourself.

It’s hard to release the weight of that role. To give voice to those other parts of you. The ones you don’t really like to think about. That jar your peace of mind when they intrude, unprompted.

I know.

You’ve never told me about them. You just couldn’t. In the light of day, to acknowledge such thoughts, to put them in to words, to speak them aloud. You can’t.

But you don’t have to. I know.

So when you give yourself to me, there’s no need to say a word. You’re a good girl after all.

I take your body, pleasure you. But I’m inside your mind most of all. I know that secret thought, and I know when you need it. I bide my time, push you onward.

I sense when you’re ready. The way you move against me, your need. It’s time, but carefully. I test you, secret words whispered against your ear so softly.

Your breathing and the way you clench me tell me everything I need to know. You don’t have to say a word. You don’t have to admit a thing to yourself. I know.

So you ride the ragged edges of that thought right up to the ragged edge of your orgasm. When I force it into your mind as I force you – white hot, overwhelming. Just what you need.

You brain grabs onto it fully, embraces it, revels in its depravity. A trap door, releasing your body to free fall into ecstasy.

And while you’re cumming to it, cumming on me, wracked in pleasure, mind gone blank… I collect that thought back up. Fold it neatly and put it away some place hidden.

So when you come back down to me, collapse in my arms, there’s nothing there at all. Just me, and you – my good girl.

I know.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i21n7j/i_know_mf