140. lone wolf *

hello little girl:  – three little words on my doorstep on the lookout for a predatory male to tag along like they don’t know some women are just dying to be predated longing to be filled up & fucked up & feasted upon: it’s a meat market they giggle with a glint in their eye and a honeyed dampness you-know-where so come & get your fill and do you like my smell, big boy? do I ever – you smell good enough to eat and I’m ravenous.