Once was I, the witch, but boy... I was crowned the Queen! Once were the hoodie up, messy hair, smeared eyeliner and lipstick is now, a beauty none ever can achieve. But one thing my hands cannot truly grasp...

the love since born I never had.


Yes, all of them are now within my control, except for a man who never even laid a single eye patrol. I am a fool and crazy for chasing a hard catch. For it seems I can never hold him in me thus one after the other I played and eat. Never was it enough but at least for now, I can control...


the urge of mine to make him drool.


Although what if one day all will change? Can I handle you, really? Or will I be the one screaming you to eat me?


What if...


What if...


Heh. It will be a painful pleasure indeed.


© vitor