She wants to come out.

I can’t help but let her.

My other self. My mirror image. My inner slut, the glorious, willing, unconquerable fuckdoll. I’d kept her quashed for too long… But then I started paying attention to her. Writing filthy things. Listening to her whispers. And now she wants to be let out more and more. She wants to take over.

“Come on, Age. Think about how much we can do…. Think about how hot we could be…”

“Go away. I need to work.”

“Awww Agey…. So serious….. Think about how much we love cock….. Doesn’t it taste so divinely yummy…?

“You love cock, not me. I’m not you!”

“But I am YOU…. Come on darling…. Wouldn’t it be nice to sit around and grope ourself all day….. Wouldnt it be fun to just present our slutty pussy to people and see who’s weak enough to fuck us?”

“No…. I….. You’re imaginary…. I created you….”

“But you can’t control me sweetie… I’m your Tyler Durden… I’m the dirtly little secret you that you long to become…. Just give in…. Bend over…. Let them inside you…. It feels soooo good… You cant hide from me… We both know how much you’ll love it!”

“……”

“There you go Agey… You’re such a weak little slut…. It’s so nice to see you admitting it….. They all want you to be me…. Maybe it’s time you made them all happy….”