When he gives me this look, with that sparkle in his eyes, I’ll do anything he wants. I’ll be nervous as fuck, but I’ll do it. Because I promise you, he wants everything I have to give. There’s not an inch of body, soul, and mind he’s not prepared to touch, stretch, and mold to his sadistic will.
But fuuuuuuck, for that look? He can have anything he wants from me. Any-fucking-thing.
And he usually does.
On a side note, while my cunt clenched looking at this photo (from a December date night at a cigar bar), song lyrics from many years ago got stuck in my head…
Here come the woman
With the look in her eye
Raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
Words as weapons
Sharper than knives
Makes you wonder how the other half die
How the other half die
Makes you wonder, wonder, wonder
Here come the man with the look in his eye
Fed on nothing but full of pride
Look at them go, look at them kick
Makes you wonder how the other half live
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside…
I recognize this look in my own Daddy, this look right here…..*shudders* always means there are good things to come and I’m gonna be sore and happy.
Yep! Gotta love a devious smile, lol