A Midnight of Nostalgic Meandering

Barely legal, but brimming with sin. Your body may be tender, but your heart has been hardened, from the men you've let in.

Daddy issues? Of course. But that's a given. Now you have many, and they have sugar aplenty. It's ok, you are forgiven.

Remember when I'd pick you up and we'd perv, laugh, and frolick together? You were My little bird, and you know what they say about birds of a feather.

My Little Darkling, My Teenage Succubus, My Twatanic, I look forward when we meet again, so you can lubricate My stiffness like a shop mechanic.

Til then Virtual Anomaly, and whatever you do, don't forget to write to Me.