No More Mr. Nice Guy

Mr. Nice Guy and Mr. Dark n' Deviant are constantly waging war within.
More often than you'd like, Mr. Nice Guy takes the lead.

Fucker.

But not today.
Today the dark one is gonna kick Mr. N.G.'s ass.

Bring it.

She is waiting for you, your submissive whore.
She talks of how she longs to serve you, how she craves your hurt.
But who gives a fuck about what she wants all the time? What about your wants and needs?
Yeah, we'll fuckin' see how tough she really is behind all that lip service.

Slut.

You open the curtain and see her standing there, waiting...for you.
That tight black skirt, those long fucking legs, those tits pushing out.
She looks good...real fucking good.
As you take her in, Mr. N.G. starts knocking at your door.

Get the hell outta here....fucker.

Her pale, tender skin begs to be marked.
Her hungry mouth was made to be fucked.
So you give her what she wants, and take what you need.
She submits herself to you and accepts your hurt, never breaking away...not even once.

Whore.

She's on her knees and servicing your cock.
She is yours.  This is your time.  This is for you.
Your swollen sex erupts, and hot lava spills over her lips and tongue and chin.
Your hunger is satiated, and goddamn, that was good.  

Now, get the fuck off...cocksucker

In no time at all, you're up and dressed.
You gather your shit and prepare to leave...your dark companion leading the way.
You turn and give her one last look, and see that smile.
Goddamnit...quit fucking smiling.

Bitch.