You do realize that looking into my big, blue eyes will trap you, right? They are like blue pools you will drown in and get lost in….But you adore feeling that pull, that draw of being sucked in with no possible escape. You crave that feeling of letting go and giving in.

My ruby red lips. Ah yes, I KNOW how you dream, fantasize and wish to feel them on you. But my pet, we both know that will never, ever be. Because we both know I am above you. Only in your dreams could you ever caress one as perfect as I. You are just not worthy. It’s as simple as that. But, you can dream….no harm in that now, is there? It’s as good as you will get.

I love to taunt you poor, delusional fools. It really is a game to me. To make you writhe and squirm with need and desire that will never be fulfilled except with your own hand. You poor bastards! For one as perfect as me, well, you can contact me by phone. The only way I’d ever have anything to do with the likes of you is of course if you pay me to speak with you. If I saw you at the mall, or on the street, I wouldn’t give you so much as the time of day. Why on earth would I? You’re not in my league. You are not fit to speak with me unless there is payment involved.

When one of you worms starts to profess your “love” for me as you’ve fallen under my spell, I smirk and think, the pathetic loser, what kind of a dream world is he living in to ever entertain such a thought that I’d ever want him for anything other than money? Pitiful, truly pitiful. Yet you can’t get enough, can you now, my sweet…..