Dirty Little Secret
Dirty Little Secret
Hidden. Pushed to the back of the drawer. Only opened when you see fit.
I see a glimmer of light, then stuffed back into the darkness.
A commodity.
A collectible.
You have dreamed of me, but you will wake up when I open my mouth for something other than your cock.
I am a stepping stone for you until you find the one.
The one with blonde hair and an effortless elegance. The one who radiates light.
Do I encase the darkness? Or is that only what you wish to see.
‘Nobody else knows this side of me’
Am I that side?
Is it a privilege to know the real you?
Or a sacrifice, because nobody will know the side of you that keeps me.
Your words dont pierce my bubble.
They linger outside, you wait to see if I will swallow the letters you throw at me.
But they mean only what I decide.
And I show you only what I want you to see.
I want to be seen. Admired. Loved.
And I know you do.
You see me bound and gagged.
You admire how much pain I can take,
You love how I kneel before you, always eager to submit and please.
I am a vessel for you to unleash your darkest desires.
The perfect toy.
Limited edition, crafted only for you.
That’s me.
Copyright © Poppie Perel | Year Posted 2026
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