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"Villains and plots and enemies are simple things to me. But friendships are complicated, and love is harder still. It has wounded me deeper than a sword ever could." ― Jennifer A. Nielsen, The Shadow Throne
"People are not born heroes or villains; they?re created by the people around them." ― Chris Colfer
I am Mr. Evil Throat Fucker & I am burdened with glorious purpose...
I am not a role model. I am role villain & everyone knows that are a few simple rules that villains follow...
Firstly, every villain needs a moustache, so he can twiddle it gleefully as he cooks up his next nasty plan... Right..?
Secondly a story is always only as good as its villain!
As a young man it was my mustache that landed jobs for me. In those silent-film days it was the mark of a villain. When I realized they had me pegged as a foreign nobleman type I began to live the part, too. I bought a pair of white spats, an ascot tie and a walking stick.
I concluded that the English are much better suited as bad guys - the James Bond-style villain, cunning, slow-burning. Whereas the Americans are much more obvious about it.
As for "Heroes" - they always seem to be running off to save someone, sweating, worried and guilty. However, a villain simply lurks in the shadows waiting for the hero to pass by, pops him in the head and goes home... piece of cake.
My favourite modus operandi are unfair terms, hypnosis & a villainous mind.
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Disclaimer
The facts expressed here belong to everybody, the opinions to me. The distinction is yours to draw. The opinions expressed herein are not necessarily those of my employer (T.E.T.F.G. (The Evil Throat Fuckers Guild) & not necessarily mine, & probably not necessary.
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You and I are not in the same universe we were a few years ago... |
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Can you imagine looking up?
Kneeling at my feet.
collared.
Naked, vulnerable, at my disposal.
Very tender... Nipples clamped.
A glass toy buried in both your holes.
My hand gripping your hair, entwining itself.
Your mouth open, ready to be used.
You want to struggle, I can see it in your eyes.
I'm aroused by it.
Guttal, primal, raw, savage, violent.
I will take all that I want.
I can smell your excitement.
I growl.
Tightening my grip.
Holding you in the brink.
The seconds dragging out as you almost ache for it to begin. |
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When she's abandoned her moral centre and teachings...when she's cast aside her fa?e of propriety and lady-like demeanour...when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure.....enticing from within this feral lioness...growling and scratching and biting...taking everything I dish out to her.....at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. "
Donatien Alphonse Fran?s |
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There are a lot of unappreciated skills in the world. Keeping ones teeth out of the equation whilst giving head is somewhere near the top of the list. |
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"Love me or hate me, both are in my favour? If you love me, I?ll always be in your heart ? If you hate me, I?ll always be in your mind.?
William Shakespeare (via dahlia?noir) |
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?September did not want to feel for the Marquess. That?s how villains get you, she knew. You feel badly for them, and next thing you know, you?re tied to train tracks. But her wild, untried heart opened up another bloom inside her, a dark branch heavy with fruit.? ― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There
Hmmmm, train tracks... ;-) |
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There is a secret that resides just below the surface of life.
Hushed by many - from fear that it cuts then to the core.
What is that truth?
That there are individuals - who have a God given right... That it is their place. Like royalty - to fuck faces.
That there are those who's place and position in life to be the face fucked.
They know their place and are blissed by such usage. To offer their all... The sensory depravation. The control.
The offering runs deep in their core. Their soul. It is almost as if they were born for this role. To be of use to those who know the secret.
It is just as it should be.
There are those who will read this and their soul will twist in an effort to make sense of.. Or perhaps it knows the truth yet their mind cannot work through it. There are others who will read it and just know deep down - the secret.
The are those of us -Our place. Our role. Our reason d'etra - the yang/yin. The mirror...
It is my place. My right. To use your throat... |
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The gentleman looks down under his table.
Her hand - or more accurately - her fingers had been intricately tied with shoe lace - shibari style - fingers and thumbs laced around his gentlemanhood. In essence - the 'gentleman bastard' only had to grab her wrists and use her hands.
He smirked - his waxed tache dancing in the light.
His firm grip on her hair gently moved her face in to position and she was forced to entertain his needs.
"Now Mrs. Jones I want you to experience My flame.
My heat.
My pulsing...
For it to control your very life. To look down in to your eyes & see your soul as I change you forever."
My hands wrapped firmly around your hair - holding you in place .. Hidden beneath my table. Ignored other than to use you. Your feelings, emotions, irrelevant. Pure carnal beast straining to fill your throat with my veiny meat. My flex - owning you. Moulding you. Controlling not only your breath but your life...
My thrusts .. My pleasure.. And the fact you are married all the more blissful.
My growl .. Guttural... Quiet.. Controlled...
As my legs wrap around your head, I direct my concentration and hands to the daily newspaper - and no one would even know you were under the table - except for your moans. |
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Throat Fucker by an accolyte...
I feel your hands in my hair
Holding me tight
My mouth full and throat blocked.
I cannot breathe.
I have learned to relax
I hang between your hands,
My life entrusted to your care,
Your pleasure chooses the paths we tread
I let go of fear,
Caught and impaled
The security of your hands
As you drive towards my heart
Is the anchor to my world.
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Mr Evil Throat Fucker was happy today to receive this message form an evil minion: "Despite the lack of oxygen, the bruising of her throat, the degradation of the act she is forced to perform there is always the underlying need to please, to swallow before suffocation."
This is a wonderful example of the type of evil minion I use. Loyal to the last .. ;-) |
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