You have to understand, the main reason I switched to demons in the first place was all the damned posing.
It’s the same with every angel out there—give him a little attention, tell him you like the cock, and suddenly he thinks he’s Michelangelo’s David.
Not demons, though.
Demons are low maintenance, high libido … not as pretty, but not as prissy, either, and great in the sack.
Plus, they think I’m delicate, so their idea of torture is my version of light BDSM.
Nipple clamps and spankings?
I’ll be there with bells on—or a collar … just don’t pose.