From the mind of Belle Morte

The fun with humans and nightmares












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Who would have thought that a mortal could keep me entertained
















I need some fun, there is no denying that. Innocent, unbiased fun with someone who isn't going to become possessive and demand that I change my evil ways. Their words, not mine. I don't see myself as evil, I see myself as creatively inclined to the more sinful acts. 
I need someone that can be rough without fueling my anger. I need someone that I can play with then go about my business. I need someone that needs the same thing in return. I can't afford to owe anything to anyone. I am no longer going to give myself, any part other than my body, to anyone. Why should I? It is in the best interest of all parties involved if emotions do not get involved... isn't it?














In the midst of my internal monologue...what did I find? Someone that could possibly be all of those things. For a little while, at least. And he is human. I can hardly believe that myself. A human able to be dominate and not convulse in a pile of self loathing preservation after just a few minutes of entertainment. 

He is adorable in his nervousness. One second he is almost stammering, attempting to make everything in the world ok for whoever he is speaking too, and the next he is following me for a long night of carnal satisfaction. He is intriguing, and confusing, and addicting. 

Can I Stay sane inside insanity?