Gambling For The Virgin

Her body’s for sale. But I want her soul…


She wants to sell her body to me for cash. Says I’m the only one with enough power and money to help her. And how can I resist saying yes? With my wealth, I can buy any fucking thing I want.

And God, the things I want to do that body...

I can’t tell you out here how I’m going to squeeze that heart-shaped ass and run my cock between her cheeks as we look out the window at the city I own.

Or how I’m gonna shoot her into orbit five or six times as a warm up before I fuck her so good that she can’t walk the next day.


But I will tell you this…


She’ll be coming back for more.

Because she wants it. She says she doesn’t. But I know she does.

When she’s around me, she can’t control herself.


But I want…more.


It’s not enough to just own her body.

No, I want something more. Something that she can’t sell. Something that she has to give.

I want her heart.

All of her. Everything. Every damn word, deed, and thought.

Till death do us part…