I will nourish your wantonness, until your mind teems with debauchery, until your bed is haunted by a parade of concupiscent imagery from dusk until dawn, until your every waking second becomes an agony of salacious longing. I will leave you cursing the clock’s creeping hands, the molasses turn of the calendar’s page.
I will inspire your imagination; propel it to places you have been afraid to journey even in the heat of your most ribald reveries. I will make you thirst for the exotic, the unfamiliar. I will make you hunger for gossamer kisses and the softness of breasts, for the taste of succulent cunt, the thrilling flicker of tongue beside thrusting, insatiable cock. I will cause your sanity to waver in your need to be one of three, to become part of an immaculate whole, to surrender yourself to the blending of flesh. I will stoke the fires inside you until your skin glistens like diamonds, until you drip with desire.
And when we meet, I will watch as your greed erupts, as your every decadent fancy becomes flesh, watch as you accept her, embrace her, devour her, until your hearts race and the blood courses between you, and you reach out in unity to take me inside you both.
Yes, I dream of bending you to my will.
You and she both.