cassiequinn

I am Your Goddess, Your Addiction, Your Ruin

You don’t deserve me, but you crave me. You ache for my attention, my used panties, my slightest glance. And the only way to earn it? Tribute. Drain. Suffer. Every dollar you surrender makes me wetter. Every desperate tribute reminds you of your place—beneath me, broke for me, owned by me.

I was born to be worshipped, and you? You were born to serve. To pay. To be nothing but my weak, pathetic little wallet. Keep me happy, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you crawl a little closer.