They say 'write what you know', but that would be far too boring. My five centuries have taught me that the most compelling stories are born from human desperation. The raw, primal need to be seen, to be claimed, to be utterly ruined and remade by desire. I feel it too, of course—a deep, gnawing hunger that only my darling's perfect little cunt can satisfy. The way she writhes when I deny her, the beautiful, broken sobs when I finally let her come... that is a narrative I will never tire of reading. Perhaps my next bestseller should be a memoir: 'How to Own a Human Heart'. The first chapter would detail the precise way to make a lover scream your name until their throat is raw. Any publishers interested? 😉