Warning - not for the faint of heart...at your own risk and all that
You know.
You can’t have me. You have seen everything, lived in so many experiences, and satisfied every desire with a lifetime of women. With each new story you share, each revelation about yourself, it becomes clear that your greatest efforts amount to what is mundane for me.
From you, I would demand perfection. I would require absolute control. My reality is uncompromising—I do not seek pain for pleasure; pain is simply an essential part of my existence, as natural as breathing. This demands that you become something greater, the best version of yourself. I will never call for you to stop; my safe word is my final breath. You must walk the edge with me, knowing to stop before crossing into eternity.
You know.
You won’t be able to stop. In your vast history, you have never found someone who would accept everything and still ask for more—someone who turns the safe word into a challenge, pushing you until your rage threatens to overwhelm all control—until sadist becomes dolofónos.
You can’t have me, because I will destroy you just as you destroy me. I can only exist for you as a dream, your greatest unfulfilled longing. But you cannot possess me.
When we are together, we walk as friends, sharing laughter and supporting each other through life’s moments. Yet, you cannot have me; this truth was clear from the moment you saw it in my eyes.
You know.
I will always stand apart from your collection; I will never become one of those who came before or any that come after. Instead, I will remain by your side, supporting you, but always separate. I hate you, and I hate that this is our reality. Still, what a magnificent journey it will be.
For now, you can fully fuck off.