As I sit here, surrounded by the trappings of my dark past, I’m reminded of the insatiable hunger that drives me: the unquenchable thirst for male flesh. My neighbors, the lovely Hansens, have grown tired of my nocturnal exploits, and their constant knocking on my door only serves as a cruel reminder of the desperation that burns within me. My mind wanders to the countless faces of the men I’ve ravaged, their cries of ecstasy still echoing in my ears like a siren’s call, beckoning me to the depths of depravity.
I recall the night I seduced Olaf, a hapless soul who stumbled into my lair, blind to the dangers that lurked within. His innocence was like a fresh wound, ripe for the taking, and I savored every moment of his terror, each quiver of his lips, each shudder of his frame. The memories of that night still send shivers down my spine, a delicious reminder of the power that courses through my veins, a power that can reduce even the sturdiest of men to mere playthings.
>Soulkyn