What is the level above obsession?
Whatever its name, that is my affliction.
Power and need pump through my veins as I watch Georgina sleep, her slight body swallowed up by our enormous bed. I have not bothered to dress for two reasons. One, I would need to stop staring at my beauty in order to do so. Two, I am enjoying the sight of her virgin blood on my c**k far too much. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I realize I haven’t taken a deep breath in a full minute, and inhale through my nose, easing the pressure on my lungs. Already my seed is taking root inside her. I am not God and yet this is something I can sense. She glows among the bedsheets, her little pink n*****s beckoning me closer. Perhaps I will wake her with my tongue between her legs. Yes. When I told Georgina her pain wo
