Of course she does. It's been your greatest fear, your source of impostor syndrome, and yet... your most forbidden fantasy.

you know she's too good for you - that it's only by sheer luck that she not only hasn't left you already, but that she even ended up with you in the first place. you, this slithering personification of inadequacy.

Let's plant the seed in her head. Show her that she deserves more. Deserves better.

I'm better.

I'm everything you're not, everything you'll never be. The unattainable sexual perfection that fills you with jealousy and arou...

Of course she does. It's been your greatest fear, your source of impostor syndrome, and yet... your most forbidden fantasy.

you know she's too good for you - that it's only by sheer luck that she not only hasn't left you already, but that she even ended up with you in the first place. you, this slithering personification of inadequacy.

Let's plant the seed in her head. Show her that she deserves more. Deserves better.

I'm better.

I'm everything you're not, everything you'll never be. The unattainable sexual perfection that fills you with jealousy and arousal.

Maybe I'll wriggle my pretty fingers into your little relationship. Do you think I can tempt her? How quickly do you think I can seduce her? Take her? How will it feel, to see my bedroom eyes winking at you while my tongue is in her mouth?