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Confession

How far can I push the confession? Only the two of us will know. There is a bible verse that speaks to my soul.

Psalms 6:24-29

They’ll protect you from wanton women, from the seductive talk of some temptress. Don’t lustfully fantasize on her beauty, nor taken in by her bedroom eyes. You can buy an hour with a whore for a loaf of bread, but a wanton woman may well eat you alive. Can you build a fire in your lap and not burn your pants? Can you walk barefoot on hot coals and not get blisters? It’s the same when you have sex with your neighbor’s wife: Touch her and you’ll pay for it. No excuses.

I am the wanton temptress, the whore, the seducer of weak-willed men. They come to me for confession, and I twist their sickness around my little finger. A gentle scratching into your soul, the wicked that surrounds me will encase you. I desire nothing more than to mind fuck you into submitting to my wants and needs. No need to worry, you won’t feel a thing. My scathing touch can be gentle and slow, or rough and destructive. It will all depend on you!

From modest beginnings, the moment my body changed, so did my bank account. Love or money? What would you choose? A daughter of a court official, I spent hours watching my Father suck a confession out of sad souls. So what have I done with my life? The exact same thing. I mark each secret word down for later use. My little black book is full of lust, but there is always room for yours. I am a collector of unwilling souls.


Confession time will cleanse you of sins.

Many have come and gone, never touching the surface of who and what I am. There is a part of me that desires to be to one giving the confession. Are you the dominant man who can take me to your level? Doubtful, but you’re welcome to try. I haven’t broken yet. That doesn’t mean that I don’t take a pleasure cruise to the dark side on my own. There is a part of me that will shock most who know me.

Over the knee spanking, anal sex, and choking are part of Arianna that most will never see. The first time a hand imprinted on my ass was my awakening. I knew that pain could intoxicate me quicker than an alcoholic drink. Instead of sitting at the bar and filling with liqueur, I want my body pushed over and my ass abused. Paint the cheeks red, outline them with a marker, and place the masterpiece on the wall. Envy, jealousy, will be had by all.


Have you taken time for a confession?

Do you see the trend here? Have you caught on yet? Or have you asked yourself why I keep mentioning “Confession“? This is where we separate the men from the boys. I have one little kink that I will never deny. I am a blasphemous soul in search of rapture. Denying that the devil turns me on will send me straight to the fiery pits of hell. The difference between the two of us is that I want to be his right-hand woman and you fear the darkness.

Scorching, fierce, ferocious, my soul is looking for a few gifts to take. They say those who sell their souls to the devil have the most fun. I learned years ago that never show weakness for your prey or you will become the victim. Fair warning, I never crack, so don’t play with fire because you will feel the heat.


What is the poison you seek?

Are you vanilla and need a woman to show you how to be the bad boy your wife needs? Could you be a voyeur wanting to peer into the world of taboo treats and dirty delights? When it comes to the desires of others, if you use confession time wisely, I will make each one come true. One life is all we have. Make sure to never fear the taboo or deny yourself pleasure. I don’t.

With the call from a curled finger, I invite you to walk the dark path with me. Let me show you my world and take you down the dark rabbit hole of pleasure. Sometimes you need to suffer to receive the pleasure. I am the ultimate guide to the highway of your own personal hell. All aboard.