Disclaimer: With reverent thanks to Ash to Eden, whose lyrics lend their rhythm and ache to these pages. All song lyrics and related creative content remain the property of their respective owners. This piece is intended for transformative and artistic purposes only, with no commercial intent or claim of ownership.

I recommend letting Ash to Eden’s “Walk Like Sin” soundtrack your reading — it paints each moment as I first felt it. A caution, dear reader: the pages ahead contain language and indulgences not for the faint of heart.

November 2025

The lyrics by Ash to Eden beat a hypnotic cadence through the speakers of my mind, low and building, a sin-laced confession that coils itself around my pulse.

You walk like sin, and I can’t repent.

I wonder if the lyricist is one of the demons who haunt my dreams, reading my intimate abyss-born imaginings aloud.

I’d confess just to feel you wet.
Every look says take me now…
And I’m two steps from laying you out…

Across the room, the Woodsman sits on the edge of the couch, laughing with Jack – their voices warm, unguarded, utterly human. But the music claws through all of it, sinking deeper into my soul, reading my lust with every beat.

You don’t want talk, you want touch

Hands that hold too tight, too rough

Not love, just heat and skin and sound…

It isn’t just a song anymore; it’s an invocation. My heartbeat answers. Breath thickens. The bassline becomes the thrum of thought itself. I want to be taken there on the couch, or the rug, pulled from reason, claimed by instinct.

The next verse strikes like a spark to tinder:

I’ll give you that right here, right now.
You don’t want soft, you want soaked…

The Woodsman looks up, and I wonder if the two males can hear it, too…the song, the hunger. Before thought can intervene, I rise, the space between us collapsing into heat and breath. My hands tremble as I cup the Woodsman’s face between my palms, mouth crashing to his, the lyrics an unerring syncopation in my skull—I’ll give you that right here, right now.

My Inner Goddess cannot be contained…she is rabid, common thought and restraint abandoned in the wash of thirst and familiarity. My tongue is already delving deep as I straddle his lap, grinding against his thighs, feeling the hardness of him swell against his thick jeans. Does he understand what I want? Are my actions conveying everything I crave from the two males surrounding me?

You want hands that leave you choked

You want the bruise, the scratch, the bite

Being thrown and taken down tonight

The world folds. The couch. The tile. The threshold. I don’t know how we reached the bedroom, whether he carried me or whether I dragged the two of them after me. The melody tangles with my heartbeat until there’s no separating them.

If you’re gonna beg, then do it right

Say my name and grip me tight

You begged for wreckag,e and you flaunt it

Moan so loud the room feels haunted

Whimper when I say your name

Louder, feed me all your shame

I don’t want love, I want control

Lose your mind, I want it all

And then there’s nothing left but the beat, the heady cadence of flesh on flesh, the last shreds of control unraveling around us. I am utterly surrendered, utterly theirs. The Woodsman is on his knees, my legs over his shoulders, his arms around my thighs as he devours my essence. Jack crowns the other end of me, and I take his cock greedily, my moans ricocheting off the walls, a chorus of abandon. My fingers clutch at shoulders, dig into thighs. I am feral. I am chaos, I am shattering.  

Say you’re mine

With that voice that shakes

Back arched up while the bed frame breaks

You said ruin me, then smile wide

So don’t act shy when I climb inside you

Pull me in like you’ve lost control

I take my time, rough but slow

No hesitation, no retreat

With your body pinned under me

The song is a heartbeat between us…wild, pulsing, merciless. Jack’s voice rough against my ear, the Woodsman’s hands anchoring my glistening hips, I am pinned in the crossfire of their need, or is it all simply mine? I am already undone, possessed through and through. I gasp as Jack’s body rumbles, a low growl vibrating through him, “Say you’re mine,” his breath hot as sin, and the Woodsman steals my answer with a penetration that rattles me to my core. They move with ruthless purpose…slow, then rough, deliberate…claiming me in perfect eurythmy with the music; no hesitation, no retreat.

The next verse shatters the air…back arched up while the bed frame breaks. My spine answers before thought can catch it, bowing to chronotone, to touch, to the unholy trinity we’ve become. My cries thread through the melody, pleading for ruin as though it were redemption.

I yield, bend, beg…each thrust a vow, each breath a prayer heaven never answers. Pull me in like you’ve lost control. They do. Reality splinters, and time fractures, dissolving into fever and ecstatic collapse. The sheets are drenched, the air thick with palpitation and sin, and still the song won’t release me…voracious, numinous…as though the gods themselves crave our undoing.

If you’re gonna beg, then do it right

Say my name and grip me tight

You begged for wreckage, and you flaunt it

Moan so loud the room feels haunted

Whimper when I say your name

Louder, feed me all your shame

I don’t want love, I want control

Lose your mind, I want it all

I drift, suspended between earth and sky, lost somewhere in the cosmos. Two onyx bands cradle me – one beneath my hips, one just under my arms – holding me aloft like a sacrifice offered to the heavens. Moaning, my body sways weightlessly, a pendulum of desire. Here I will flaunt my ruin for all to witness. I whimper as one of them positions himself between my thighs, every nerve frenzied, while another cups the back of my head, grounding me just enough to feel the saccharine ache of helplessness. My limbs tremble, the straps bite lightly into my skin, and I am utterly suspended, a galaxy of sensation pliant in their hands.

Say you want it all

Fuck me like you mean it

Drag your nails and scream it

I’m not here to make you bloom

I came to ruin you, so cross that line

And don’t look back, spine bent, eyes black

This isn’t soft. It’s earned and raw

Say it right, say it all

Well done

The chorus thrums through me like fire and steel. Say you want it all… The words are a blade and a caress, and I am trembling beneath their insistence. I do, I do want it all. I scream as a cock roughly plunges into me, a searing lance, impaling me with such ferocity I feel myself nearly fracturing in two, my body slamming against the male again and again, suspended in aetherial weightlessness. My sightless eyes roll back as another ripe cock invades my eager throat, and I taste his pearlescent need just before he plunges deeper, asserting dominance with every enviable inch. Every thrust, every grind, every shiver is amplified by the straps holding me aloft, turning surrender into a trembling, vertiginous dance between heaven and hell.

Then the command hits like a whip: Fuck me like you mean it. The males do just that. My fingers claw into the straps, my teeth bite a gasp from the air itself, as the threads of my sanity begin to snap. Drag your nails, scream it… The words shiver through me, and my voice erupts with that unholy blend of obedience and cupidity. I was never meant to flourish in tender light…No, I was born for ruin, for the numinous unmaking that strips me bare of all mortal gentleness. 

The hand beneath my head maintains my balance with care, fearing I might slip from the black silk that barely holds me aloft…But I am no longer bound by the frailty of flesh. I am something other now, something elysian and desecrated all at once. The pounding persists…merciless, diabolic in its fury. Breaking free from his protection, I arch violently, a living bow, breasts vaulted, toes and fingertips nearly grazing the floor, every muscle blistering with rapture. My body convulses, every shiver birthing a scream, every tremor a violent release, my form swinging in the black silk that binds me. I teeter on the edge of sanity.

This isn’t soft. It’s earned. It’s raw. I fold into the darkness, reveling in the supple stretch of my body, in the feral, vitriol strength of them…their assertion over me, incendiary, obsidian-forged, even as they traded places, shifting with predatory grace, claiming me utterly, without pause.

The floor becomes a treacherous altar. My nectar streams down my thighs in molten rivulets, splattering against sculpted chests, trickling along taut muscles, dribbling from the tips of my toes, leaving trails of shimmer and heat in its wake. It pools beneath me, a sacred lake, warm and glistening, newly formed from the maelstrom of my body…each drop a testament to the unrestrained frenzy I give utterly, lavishly, without hesitation.

Say it right. Say it all. And I do…not with words, but with body, with moan, with scream, with shuddering tremble, offering myself utterly, exquisitely, as tribute to the wild, consuming devotion that claims me.

If you’re gonna beg, then do it right

Say my name like it’s ripping through your throat

You beg for wreckage, now you’ve got it

Moan so loud the room feels haunted

Whimper when I say your name

Louder, feed me all your shame

I don’t want love, I want control

Lose your mind, I want it all

Gods, I was back on the bed, pressed between them, my body a taut livewire between the two males, begging for wreckage. No…I’m on all fours, mirrored in twin reflections, each arch, each sway magnified, a symphony of fire rippling just beneath my skin. 

The Woodman drove into me relentlessly, each thrust leaving my hips quivering, my arms trembling to uphold me. My flesh was tender within and without, every nerve ablaze, every motion a saporous torture, but even in the pain, madness writhed through me, fierce and ungovernable. I somehow softened, yet frayed at the edges, meanwhile, the fire only grew, stoking a hunger that would not be denied.

Across the room, Jack reclines on the chaise, silent, intoxicated, his gaze drinking me in…the wild, unrestrained desiderium of a Vixen in absolute ascendancy. My Inner Goddess purrs, reveling in the delicious chaos I conjure, delighting in the exquisite madness I have become.

The world sighs… the incantation at last fading into opiate oblivion, and I lay my weary head on a slightly less damp spot of the ruined sheets. The Woodman lingers behind me, hands gliding over my heated skin in a slow, worshipful massage, easing the tension in my strained back, coaxing shivers of rapture from even the deepest ache. Every stroke is a promise, every press of his palms a benediction, until at last he withdraws, leaving me gentled, glowing…a languid mosaic of pleasure and exhaustion.

The room bears the evidence of our tempest, as though a dervish has visited and vanished as suddenly as it arrived. I sag gratefully against the Woodsman’s broad chest, a radiant, disheveled mess, my eyelids heavy in the lingering haze of fevered passion. My heart swells with gratitude as I whisper him a hushed adieu.

The door clicks shut, and Jack draws me close, his hands tracing the ladder of my back, the curve of my shoulder, his chin resting lightly atop my rumpled head, quieting the last sparks that rebelliously dance across my tender flesh. 

Our breaths intertwine, one heartbeat at a time, and I let my mind drift over the past two hours, letting every sensation replay with a shiver of reverence and devilish delight. The chaos, the fire, the perverse ruin of it all washes over me again…hands that choked and bruised, the branding bites until I was undone in every salacious way by the two males, each touch and thrust still vibrating in body, soul, and memory. My Inner Goddess smirks, reveling in the echoes of the storm we conjured, the wicked jubilation of it all thrumming in me…impatient, mischievous, insatiable, and still ravenous for more, a hunger that it seems no hour, no crescendo, could ever fully sate.Yet…tonight…

Say it right, say it all

Well done

Until next time, XO. Elsie