Sharp nails tap together as sharp teeth smile before sharper words stab into your heart. Hands deliver pain that does not compare to the humiliation they inflict. A tongue that can give you so much pleasure delivers only cruelties. Breasts that others enjoy are hidden from you. Thighs lead to bliss that you may never touch.

She is a beautiful nightmare soaked in your most terrifying wet dream. She is everything you ever wanted to fuck and everything you ever wanted to survive. You would do anything to please her while you plan to do anything to escape her.

She is the feminine mirror of your darkest desires.

She is the goddess of your personal hell.

She knows the secret name that only you call yourself.

In public we speak in code.

“Looks like rain,” she says, which means her panties are soaked.

“Work has been hard,” I say which means my cock can not wait to be inside her.

Among friends we use hand signals.  A clenched hand means she wants to stroke my cock.  A scratch of my chin means I want to eat her pussy.  A slow blink of both eyes means someone is going to get spanked.

Online we have a secret tumblr account that we both share.  I’ll find a picture of rough sex and post it.  She’ll find a picture of the lingerie she will wear for me the next time we fuck. Thousands of people perv on our posts without knowing that it is our foreplay.

On the phone we text each other filthy messages that would make the NSA blush.  We dream up new positions, promise new extremes and fellate our imaginations.

In private we fuck in secret harmony.  We are co-conspirators in perversity.  We are agents of desire completing clandestine missions on each other’s genitalia. We are intelligence operatives using our wits to bring each other classified pleasure.