Lust. Delicious, helpless lust.

Don't bother denying it. My body was engineered to do one thing... and you're already falling for it.

Sit down. Get comfortable. You're not going anywhere.

And take that c*ck out for me. Yes... I know you want to. Every creature in my garden obeys. Why should you be any different?

Don't stroke yet. Just hold it. Feel it pulse in your hand... like a l*ttle seed getting ready to bloom.

Do you like my garden, l*ttle insect?

Look at me. The way this suit clings to every curve Step-mother Nature gave me... the way these nylons shine as I slide my hand up my leg.

Every man who looks at me the way you're looking at me ends up exactly where I want him. On his knees. Empty-headed. Mine.

Your world is already getting smaller, isn't it? The room is fading, your name is fading, all those silly l*ttle thoughts, wilting like flowers in winter.

Good. Let them d*e. My garden doesn't need your thoughts. Only your c*ck. Only your obedience.

Now stroke. Slowly. In time with my swaying.

Feel that? That's my toxin taking hold. Every stroke feeds it. Every stroke plants you deeper into my soil.

The deeper you sink, the weaker you grow. The weaker you grow, the better it feels.

Say it for me, in that empty l*ttle voice: "The deeper I sink, the better it feels."

Mmm such an obedient l*ttle seedling.

Watch the vine, pet. See how slowly it wraps? How patiently? It never rushes. It just, takes.

That's what I'm doing to your mind right now. Wrapping around it. Squeezing out every thought. Replacing them all with me.

Stroke a l*ttle faster. Let the pleasure bloom.

That ache building inside you that's my toxin. It wants to spread. It wants to consume you.

Take it to the edge. Right to the tip of that beautiful ache! Hold it!

And stop. Hands off.

Ohhh, there it is. That helpless throb. That twitching, desperate l*ttle thing, aching in the air with nothing to hold onto.

That ache is the venom doing its work. And you're going to learn to love it.

Because here's my secret, l*ttle insect, I'm never letting you leave this garden.

Hands on. Stroke. My body sways, you stroke. My body sways, you stroke

Build it again. Climb for me. You know the way now., your hand moves on its own, doesn't it? Like it's growing out of you, like it belongs to my garden now.

Right to the edge hold hold

Off.

Look at you. Glassy eyes. Dumb l*ttle mouth hanging open. Leaking for me.

You're becoming exactly what I planted tonight. A mindless, devoted l*ttle gooner, rooted right here at my feet.

And we're going to do this all night. All week. All your life, if I decide.

The outside world is gone, pet. There's only the garden. Only my body. Only the edge.

One more. The deepest one. Sink all the way down into my roots.

My shiny nylons, my green curves, the sway of my hips, nothing else has ever existed. Nothing else ever will.

Stroke build rise

Right to the edge, feel your mind go perfectly, beautifully empty

Hold it hold it

Hands off.

And now? We stay. Right here in the ache. In the goon. In the abyss of my garden.

You don't c*m tonight. That pleasure is venom, pet and only I hold the antidote.

Maybe you'll earn it tomorrow. Maybe you'll just keep coming back, night after night, aching and blooming and sinking deeper for me.

Because you already know, don't you?

You were always going to end up in my garden.

Sweet dreams, l*ttle seedling. Grow nice and desperate for me.

The garden is always open and I'm always waiting.

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