Submission: ”Are you ill my dear… you are looking rather red. Here, let me place my hands upon your face— I have been told before they are quite...'cool' to the touch, are they not? Why use ice when you may use my hands. Poor lovely, little creature..."
Submission: ”I love to feel your warm breath on my skin when you lay sleeping by my side, tired and satisfied after the long night with me. Amazed by you, my sweet mortal love, when between sleep, you place a sweet kiss on my shoulder and hug me tightly; melting the heart I thought I didn't have anymore."
Submission: "Cad, scoundrel, rogue, demon, they call me this and worse. Yet, here you are. Do you truly know what you are asking? To take me as I am, to play at my side? I will take you to dark places. But you seek to play in the dark, don’t you?"
Submission: "My dear, your mind is a truly fascinating place. I look into it and see the crystal clarity of your intelligence, amplifying all that enters. However, there is a shadowy area beneath the gleam that draws me in. Would you like me to explore the deliciously dark depths of your soul?"
Submission: “I can feel your excitement, I can see the fire in your eyes as you look up at me for where I have placed you, secured in my prison cuffs and chains, groaning as you feel worn leather caressing your soft thighs. Begging me to have you as you are.”