Trigger Warnings: R18 Content
20XX
"You're the best I've ever had."
"You're the one I want."
"Forget your girlfriend, I'm bored."
"Don't you know that I want to fuck you?"
There's no truth in her words.
Lies, empty lies. Sweet lies. All of it are lies.
They can never find out the truth even if they make her talk and spin tales all night long.
She gives them keys that are poorly made duplicates to enter her heart and explore the palatial halls of her soul but they don't really know where they're going. It is a labyrinth that stretches to forever. They will wander in and out without any idea of what they're looking for or where to find the exit. They will never find the real her.
The idea calms her. Men will always believe what they want to believe. As long as they wander around in the dark forever, she is safe. They'll never find the secret door to her soul. Even if it has screaming neon signs and blinking Broadways lights, they'll never see it.
Men are selfish. They don't really care about her. They'll only use and abuse her. She has learned this much from years of dark, hard experience.
She's selfish now. She doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks. She takes what she wants. She leaves after she's done because there are no sweet words and honey promises. There's only a bitter aftertaste.
The boys in her bed will always be boys.
They are not strong, loyal or caring men. They aren't Prince Charming. They are only boys who are selfish, cold and manipulative. They are so insecure about their bodies, their lovemaking skills and their ego. Poor little puppies.
They're so willing to believe everything she's saying.
It's like a game of pretend. She always tells them what she thinks, what she doesn't like, what she doesn't want. She talks about her past and listens to their future. She whispers in their ears what will make her squirm, what will make them hard and what will make them fall harder in love.
Men are so insecure. They want to know that they have the biggest penis, the best cunnilingus and the best techniques. They are intimidated by her experience but challenged by her expertise.
She instinctively knows their sore spots and strokes them, cooing and praising. They lap it up like kittens hungry for milk. She listens to their moans and groans while she smiles to herself. It's a self-satisfied smile.
It's a game to her. She doesn't care about them if she's honest with herself. She doesn't answer their calls or their messages. She doesn't show up when they're available. She says no when they ask her out. She throws away their gifts and forget about them as soon as she'd had them.
It's her way of testing their will or checking their sincerity. A guy who really wants her will go through any lengths to have her.
Her days as an easy prey are over. She is fond of saying "only the brave deserve the fair." If they really want her, they must be willing to chase after her. Maintaining control over the relationship is the only way to go.
A guy who manages to wrestle the reins out of her hand will jeopardize her. So she keeps them at an arm's length and reinforces her distance.
A guy is only after one thing. Once she gets them in bed, she's caught them in her trap. They think that they're using her but they're mistaken.
She is using them. She exerts her control and dominance in her tender touches and creeping caresses. She enjoys herself and throws them away when she gets bored.
There's always more and more and more. She never gets enough even if a hundred men enters and leaves her body or soul.
She is careless with her heart. Words are only words, after all. She doesn't mean any of them.
Even in the most honest moments induced by an afterglow, she remains silent. If he wants to chat, she talks with sense, speaks with humor and whispers with seduction. But she will never ever say the truth.
You're worthless in bed, you don't eat pussy, you come too soon. You're not a good kisser, you're too rough, your dick is too small. You don't know how to please a woman, you're a disappointment, you're one of the people I regret fucking. I don't ever want to see you again.
The statements in her head remain there. There's no need for her to say it out loud. She's supposed to be a mystery.
A true mistress of deception, she can say "I love you".
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