I'm SO Mean

I sat at my desk composing the email. The email that would just stick the knife in deeper. The email that would twist that knife just a little more. I anticipated the hurt and jealous feelings. Actually I relished in them. it gave me such joy to tell the little cuck about all the fun that he made happen but would not be taking part of. His unchartered angst was the icing on my sadistic cake. I was my happiest making him drip into a puddle like a dog does on the floor when it gets excited.
I also privvied him to snippets of our conversations just to make it that much more deliciously cruel.I sometimes even included pics of the fun but not actually of the fun. The following was just an example of one of his responses to my taunts and teases.

"What an interesting and, to me, disturbing exchange. He's certainly an attractive figure ... excellent body, hair and eyes. And, once again, the kind of confidence that allows him to approach a lady in a public setting and express his desire to have intimate relations with her; and causes her to publicly respond with an enthusiastic "definitely," much to the shock and chagrin of her loyal and long-suffering admirer. At least you retired to a private room before you expressed that you were agreeable to the kind of activity that leaves a "mess dripping from you." Of course, by time the, um, evidence of your mutual seduction comes to my attention ... I'm afraid that you may well have consummated your tryst...and thus I am left wondering and twisting in the wind."

Am I a cruel woman? Yes. Do I apologize for it? No. If you desire true benevolence, go find a nun. Im here to tease, taunt and terrorize with my special brand of attention. If you want coddling, go phone your mum. im here for my interests only, and if you arent then you arent for me. BUT, good luck in YOUR future.