Don’t Don’t Let the Face Fool You

Look at me.

What do you see? You see the girl next door.
You see the soft sweater, the gentle smile, the kind of face you’d expect to
see pushing a cart through the grocery store or laughing with friends over
coffee. You see “approachable.” You see “safe.” You see the
girl you could take home to your mother.


And you’re not wrong. That part of me is real.
I can be that girl. I can be sweet and quiet and blend into the background.
 
But that’s not the whole story. It’s just the
cover of the book.

The real me, the me I write about here, is the
one you don’t see. She’s the one who exists in the quiet moments when I’m
alone, the one who comes alive when the lights go down. She’s the girl who,
while smiling at you over that cup of coffee, is secretly thinking about what
it would feel like to be on her knees at your feet.

 That “girl next door” face you see?
It looks its absolute best when it’s tilted up, eyes wide with a mixture of
fear and trust, looking at the man who has complete control over me. That sweet smile? It’s most genuine when my lips are wrapped around you, my only purpose to give you pleasure.

 My mind is a dark, delicious place. It’s a library of fantasies that would make you blush. While I’m folding laundry, I’m thinking about being tied down. While I’m watching a movie, I’m imagining the feeling of a hand wrapped around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. The word “please” is never a question in my head; it’s a constant, desperate prayer.

 I crave the things most people are afraid of.
I crave the surrender. I crave the ache in my muscles from being held in one
position for too long. I crave the taste of my own tears and the sound of a
voice telling me I’m a “good girl” when I’ve completely given myself
over.

 The contrast is the most thrilling part. It’s
the secret I carry with me every day. It’s walking down the street looking
perfectly ordinary, knowing that underneath this simple dress is a body that
aches to be marked, claimed, and used. It’s the power of a hidden universe.

 So yes, I can be the girl next door. I can be
your sweetest fantasy.

 But I’m also your darkest. And I promise you,
the deviant hiding behind this smile is so much more fun to play with. the face that will fool you.

Naked hugs n kisses 💋

Love ya

Jessi