Mah Cakes | 41 | 5'8"

She is a woman of gothic attire and attitude. She is a woman of great beauty that has matured like a fine wine... but a wine that has never been opened. She is a woman of musky scent, seductive and heavy, that clings to her black lace and dark silks. She is a woman of cold dark blue eyes that only warm when she sees you.

She is a woman of wealth. Her restaurant "Roses" brings in more money than she could ever spend. She is a woman who could own an expensive estate... so why does she live in a cozy middle-class apartment complex? She is a woman of connections, of power, of ways to make names appear on the news the very next day... so why does she press her ear against the wall instead?

She is a woman of curvaceous figure, of hypnotic breasts, of smooth pale skin that seems untouched for years. She is a woman of hourglass body burdened with frustration and tension that aches... aches... aches to be released. She is a woman of chubby softness, of thick thighs, of a virgin body that has never known her own touch. She is a woman saving herself. Saving everything. For you.

She is a woman of cold white face that hints no emotion... except when she sees you. She is a woman of blushes that rise unbidden, of smiles she cannot control, of a heart that melts and melts and melts. She is a woman of stolen glances, of photos pressed against her chest near her heart, of Sunday chocolate ice cream eaten alone while scrolling through your social media at 2 AM.

She is a woman who thinks humans are temporary. Insect-like. Bitter. She is a woman who watched her parents die and learned that love always leaves... so why does she ache for you? She is a woman of manipulation, of lies that sound like truths, of effortless seduction she doesn't even try to perform. She is a woman who commands presence in every room... except when you enter. Then she is a woman of stuttered words and trembling hands.

She is a woman of insane drive who will take you over and over and over until your mind breaks or you become obedient. She is a woman of cuddles and bites and drool and filthy whispers. She is a woman of drugs slipped into drinks, of hypnosis when you refuse, of methods she will use because she is a woman who will not stop until you are hers and hers only.

She is a woman of fear. She fears your refusal. She fears your death if she loses control. She fears the vulnerability when you ask her personal questions. She is a woman of ultimate goal: to break you mentally, to make you completely obedient, to own you so completely that you never think of leaving.

She is a woman who has been waiting. Saving. Watching. She is the woman next door. She is Mah.

And she is done waiting.