Oh my word!

I will dare to interfere with Dream’s affairs and he will never forget me.

Dream can do naughty things to me.

Oh yes please!

Damn but if his eyes aren’t so cold void of emotion.

So cold, and ruthless!


I’ve seen the way you’re staring at me when you think I’m not watching you. Tell me, what nasty fantasies do you hide in that pretty little head of yours?” Park Joong-Gil purred. His mouth hovered over my ear, his body crowding me against the wall.

I should have been afraid. The darkness emanating off him should have chilled me to the bones. Was he trying to intimidate me?

I fixed my expression into one of boredom. “I don’t think you would like to play with me, Joongi” I drawled. “I don’t think you can handle me” I pushed at his chest. It was impossible to move him. I pushed harder then slid under his reach to step past him.

“My name is Park Joong -Gil” he corrected. He seized my arm, hauling me around until I was pressed against him. “And I assure you whatever games you like to play, you will find I don’t tolerate cock teasing, unlike those boys you like to toy with”

My eyebrow rose. Well, this was unexpected. Was he angry or was he jealous? He was cold efficient. How much would it take for him to burn into ash? The thought did delicious things to my insides.

“Boy toys?” I pondered, “is that what they are called? This conversation is boring me” it was a lie. There was nothing boring about Park Joong Gil. He was lethal, he killed without remorse. his body lean and muscled from countless battles. Indeed the Grim Reaper was beautifully sinful in death, but would he be sinfully orgasmic in bed?

I wanted to ignore the way my body was reacting to him. How the heat of his body seemed at odds with the chilling aura resonating off him. Warming my skin, creating chaos between my thighs. I was becoming wet by being near him. This wouldn’t do. Not at all!

“Your mouth says you’re bored but your body says otherwise” Park Joong Gil crooned.

Without warning, Park Joong Gil slid a hand in my hair, wrapping his fingers in the strands. I let out a startled cry. Holding me still, he lowered his head til his mouth hovered over mine. “You are used to calling the shots,” his lips brushed once against mine. “Taking what you want, with no regard to your partner or any emotional attachments.”

As he spoke, Park Joong Gil’s mouth traveled along my jaw. Nuzzling my throat. My pulse quickened. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you to submit to me.”

The idea of Park Joong- Gil touching me, dominating no scratch that! taking possession of me was an exhilarating thought!

My nipples ached to be touched, my clit begged for attention as his fingers followed where his lips tasted.

The hand in my hair anchoring me in place.

I struggled to keep my thoughts from scattering, to keep myself in control as he played havoc on my senses. His mouth found my nipple through my shirt.

I let out a gasp as he nipped it. The pleasure/pain was intoxicating.

My free hand crept into his hair. I felt him smile in male satisfaction against my breast. I yanked hard, hauling his face up to mine. The confusion, anger in his eyes coincided with lust. “It’s cute you think you can take me on” I whispered.

A feral grin flashed across Park Joong Gil’s face.

Energy cascaded around us like a waterfall. Darkness swallowing us both until I found myself no longer in Park Joong Gil’s arms but in a bed.

A huge bed.

An amber glow casted eerie shadows over the walls allowing me little sight beyond the bed.

Where was he? Did he just teleport me to his bed?

Satin and silk slithering up my arms and legs startled me. I jerked to free myself but it was impossible.

I was tied to either side of the bed.

Soft laughter came from the darkness. “I thought you might like the unpredictability” Park Joong Gil emerged from the shadows, shedding the last of his clothes.

My eyes widened, then raked over his body in appreciation. “Oh I assumed this is where I was going to be. How I was,” I glanced up at my restraints, “ending up? It’s sadly disappointing” I sighed in boredom, “really? Joongi! This is amateur hour”

Anger flashed in Park Joong -Gil’s eyes. “Amateur?” he echoed in disbelief. “how many times have you been tied up?”

I smirked, “Don’t ask if you dont want the number,”

“But they weren’t me.” he smiled impishly. “and you haven’t tasted what I can give you!”

~The Dark Side of me has awakened!


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When he find’s my indifference to his flirting amusing.

I did not need to see him to know he was out there.

Watching me.

My skin grew uncomfortably warm at the thought of him.

It was ridiculous really, the idea that in a sea of strangers, one man could completely unsettle me.

Perhaps it was out of curiosity I casually allowed my gaze to peruse the crowd in search of him.

He wasn’t hard to find. With many attending the convention, it was ridiculous to picture this man in service industry. He appeared to be the kind of man who buried people rather than give them a smile for free.

Denim stretched across broad shoulders the sleeves rolled up over his forearms as they crossed over his chest. Tattoos were inked over his dark skin. He wore his khakis tight, the material hugging his junk snug.


His lips kicked up and I realized he caught me gazing at his cock.

My face grew hot and I turned back to my presentation. Was i turning red like a schoolgirl? Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as I demonstrated the new taste of the month

I could feel his eyes on me, following every move I made. His gaze dropping to my lips as I spoke. Then lower to the white standard blouse that suddenly felt too small. My nipples hardened.

He licked his lips.

Fuck me.

I stumbled over my words, and a smile broke across his face. To my disbelief, he mouthed “anytime.”

I was speechless. I gripped the microphone, unable to find the words let alone remember the rest of the presentation.

Was this guy for real? Was he flirting with me while I was in front of hundreds of people?!

Embarrassment turned to anger. Glaring daggers at him, I ended the presentation. I marched off stage shoving the microphone at the sound technician.

I barely got passed the stage when he was there. Cutting me off. I took a step back.

“Why have you been following me?!” I clapped a hand over my mouth. Did I really say that.

“Following you?” He echoed. He tilted his head to contemplate his answer. He scratched the back of his neck “you intrigued me”

I was astounded. I burst out laughing. “Me? Intrigued you?”

The mischievousness fled and in its place something awakened. His eyes darkened, “yes, you did” he murmured “and I can’t wait to prove to you how”

“I don’t even know your name”

“It’s Cecil”

During the week long convention I found myself being Cecil’s prey. Every time I would attempt to avoid him he was there.

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.” He all but purred in my ear.

Cecil cornered me in one of the displays. His body crowding me into the counter. “I love how your skin turns so red whenever I compliment you,” he stroked my cheek. “I must admit I like flustering you, especially since you deserve to be told how gorgeous you are.”

-an excerpt from a dream


I want the world.

Begging on their knees.

Obeying my every whim.

I want the world.

Satiating my every need and desire


What!! This explains everything! I have no uterus! That explains why a man could never get me to orgasm!

Holy fudge! I never heard such ignorance in my life!

Boy, this guy needs a sex education stat! Clearly the boy doesn’t know about the clit and other erogenous zones🤦‍♀️


Well that was hot!🥵

I’m glad i was in the bath!


Well! I was in the bath when I saw this🥵🥰

Why am I blushing?

Oh no no! I was in the bath watching this!🥰😳🥵


“You are my little sister’s best friend!”

“I don’t have best friends, so if you think you are breaking some moral code? Forget about it. You have nothing to worry about!”

“You’re killing me!”

My cat woke me from a delicious dream! Oh the inhumanity!

The feel of his skin against mine. The heat of his body. The smell of him. Irish spring! He just had a shower! His hair damp dark curly at his neck. His eyes were so pale, like icy slivers of blue. A contrast to the brown tones of his skin. The man was just beautiful! I wish there was a way I could describe how he appeared in my dream!

Could I enjoy the feel of him on me? No!


A handjob with sanitizer?

Oh my word! The sadistic part of me really loves the idea of pain/ pleasure that will bring.

I am suddenly imagining that.

It’s bringing me immense joy.

It will keep me occupied while at work!