I may be young but I know what my talents are. I've been wrapping men like you around my finger since well I can't even remember when. Its so easy with the tilt of my head, a gaspy little giggle, my breathy little moans and don't forget the way I say please. Some days I will submit to a much firmer hand and other days I will turn the tables and demand more than you can possibly imagine.

Call me now and let me take you into a world of sin exquisite pleasure and pain and most of all let me drain you and then start all over again.

I can't describe the feeling I get when I hear your moans on the other end of the phone. The way you gasp and tremble awaiting my direction. Hanging on my every word waiting for some little fleck of hope that you've pleased me. Isn't it ironic that someone so young holds this much power over you? A young girl that holds all your secrets. I have that way with you. You want to tell me no and yet the moment we hang up you still hear my voice in your head. Your body betrays you. You are still aroused even though you know how bad it is. You crave more and even as you tell yourself not to call me you can't help but dial the phone.