Deceptively Sweet Sadist ♕

I am a deceptively sweet sadist.

Like most girls, I have always loved fairy tales. Everything is better with a little magic, especially sex. One of my favorite stories is Hansel & Gretel. My perverted mind can run wild with ideas of what two sexy siblings may have done while lost in the woods. However, it’s the witch and her candied house that speak to my soul. Like them, I am a deceptively sweet sadist. I get a rush of guilt, adrenaline, and buttercream cum when I remember the first time I surprised one of my admirers. Sweet unsuspecting Marc had been bewitched by my smile and the softness of my hands. We’d held hands on our date as we walked along the pier at dusk. The mauve hues of the setting sun gave us the glow of love. I could see in his eyes his vision of buying me pink roses and introducing me to his mother. My favorite part of roses is the thorns. The only connection I had to his mother might be to prove his step-mama loves dick.

After all, he’d see that I’m a deceptively sweet sadist he’d be calling “mama” by the end of the night.

Marc took me to his home to share a bottle of wine. He offered me a foot rub when I sat on his sofa and demurely kicked off my stilettos. He complimented me for having walked so well in very high heels all night. Silently I watched him blushing as he rubbed my feet through my sheer black pantyhose. “Walking on the pavement is easy for me, but I prefer flesh,” I said.

Marc looked at me puzzled not understanding what I meant by that. He was still totally unaware that he was in the presence of a deceptively sweet sadist.” You don’t like the wine?” Marc asked as he noticed that the glass I held was still full.

“I like it this way.” I answered as I lunged from my seat and choked mark like the deceptively sweet sadist I am!

Then I poured the wine all over his face and laughed at his state of absolute confusion. He gasped as he looked at me. Sitting on my hind legs with my feet perching me above his head. Spreading my thighs wide apart, I looked into his bewildered eyes. My partially exposed cleavage barely graced his body as I leaned in to gently bite his bottom lip. I cradled his head in my left hand and he seemed to notice for the first time the sharpness of my red nails. Do you think Marc saw through this deceptively sweet sadist and asked me to leave? He got a glimpse of my insides, but begged me to stay for more.

Marc leaned into my thigh and began kissing the seem of my black pantyhose.

Controlled by my energy, Marc proceeded to grovel for any bit of gentleness from me. He wanted affection. He wanted his begging and serving to unveil the sweet blonde angel he’d fallen in love with at first sight. It was going to be a long, painful, and orgasmic night for Marc as he persisted in his search for the goods in this deceptively sweet sadist.

What do you think he found? Do you think he gave up or came too soon? Find out for yourself….