Published: April 11th 2025, 8:17:21 pm
I walk to the window, letting the light kiss my skin as I slide the dress off my body.
Every movement is a silent provocation, a dance of power and desire.
He arrives—obedient—kissing every inch of my skin with devotion, as if each touch were a plea.
I let him taste the warmth of my skin… but not the sweetness of my pleasure.