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What A Girl Want

  • Nov 24, 2024
  • 2 min read

I've ventured into this group, drawn by a thirst for knowledge and the thrill of the unknown, but what ensnared me was that toe-curling voice that reverberated through my bones, wrapping around my mind like smoke. As I settled into the shadows of the group, I made it my mission to hunt down that enigmatic stranger, seeking a private connection to uncover the depths of his dark lifestyle. Days turned into a week, and finally, we began to exchange texts—a tentative dance of words in a world of heat and longing. Yet, beneath the surface, his disinterest lingered like a phantom, or perhaps it was just my paranoid imagination.


Still, I pressed on, compelled by an unseen force, only to learn he was a dominant, a title he wore with fierce pride, and that he already possessed a submissive, tethered to him in a bond I yearned to understand. The revelation was not shocking; I had anticipated his dark inclinations. Rationality screamed in my ear that I should retreat, sever ties, and allow him to fade into the background of my desires. But the grip of his voice, haunting and intoxicating, ensnared my spirit—like a hand tightening around my throat, reminding me of the power he wielded. Visions of submission flooded my mind, pulsating with the fantasy of being his willing little slut, lost in his dominion. Yet, I kept my desires locked away, afraid to tarnish the illusion. I craved to be his submissive, yearning for his training and discipline, to be used solely by him—willing to surrender completely, body and soul.


I hesitated to divulge too much; he is an intelligent man, a predator who would see through my vulnerability in an instant. Still, that feeling of disinterest shadows everything, gnawing at my resolve. So, I contemplated retreat—the painful decision to cut off our exchanges, even if it tears at my very essence. It may be the only way to preserve my fractured mental state and escape the intoxicating allure of his soul-shattering voice.


For now, I’ll keep my thoughts cloaked in silence. If anything shifts in this dark journey, I’ll be sure to update.



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