Talk

I'm proud of you my depraved love.

You've become so perverse, creative, and eager. I can see the dirty thoughts in your gaze and can feel that lascivious fire every time we touch.

Remember when you told me that the first day we met you were struck by the lust throbbing behind my eyes? Well I'm happy to say I've started to see flashes of he same in you.

Your still every inch the kind, considerate, loving man you were, but that warm and clean interior has become sodden sultry wonderland.

I see you bending people over in your mind, pushing and being pulled into all manner and depraved dalliance and rough and ready trysts.

You've become my filthy filthy fuck.
Now lie back and let show you how appreciative I am.