When I was younger much much younger. Older men liked me a lot.
They were jaded, cynical, had the world at their feet, they liked me because I am innocent, playful and made them cry with my sex and open heart.
They knew what it was like to have to live with the Beast. Their Beast scared me and I didn’t want my Beast and constant yearning for more, more, more; never letting me settle. So I put mine in a box and buried it in the garden and got on with my life walking in the light.
However, I found that I had to wear a large sunhat and sunglasses as the light was too bright for my eyes. I had to wear clothes that covered me up as the sun burnt my skin. I am a creature of the shadows, the darkness, I get my heat not from the sun but from hot bodies & hot passion.
I now know who I am, what I am. I need submissive beautiful men, I need sissy sluts & boy-men. I need men & women who blink away tears when they see me because they are overwhelmed at my passive Domination & their all encompassing submission.
I am addicted to those who have the eternal never satisfied hunger. My arousal is heightened at their outpouring of emotional & physical release. They gorge on my attention and lap up my gaze & touch. Like breast feeding starving babies, suckling from my abundance of perverted love. They are blissful and satisfied for the first time, I become their drug of choice. If Heroin was a person it would be me.