Would you ruin yourself for a taste of goddess? Knowing that with just one lick you’d be forever destroyed, left craving what you’ll never have again. I know what you really, really want.
I know what you dream about even when you try your very, very best not to. What you can’t shake from your mind. That intrusive thought, What does Goddess Lindsay taste like? If only you could have just one moment with me to answer that, to know. Maybe it would give you a little glimmer of peace, but if I’m being completely honest, even if I were to allow such an atrocity to happen, it would only make that desire grow faster and faster until it consumes you. I’m showing you mercy by not letting you taste me. Showing you mercy by keeping you denied, by keeping you right where you belong, that question just remains, a momentary lapse in judgment, momentary weakness, as you wonder, what does God taste like?
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