You wouldn’t say it in any other context, but here it just… fits. It’s a forbidden word and yet it’s so fucking well-suited to you. Nothing better defines your dark desires, the thoughts that gnaw at you, that tempt you and control you. No other words make you throb as hard when uttered out of my pretty mouth. The contrast of my beauty and the assault of the word, confronting you with what you are. I want you to stroke and tell me you’re my faggot until you’re dripping. Until it’s true.
