Published: July 26th 2025, 12:00:49 am
I love how it makes me feel… helpless, exposed, waiting.
The way the wax drips...hot and deliberate....makes me flinch, gasp, then melt into it… because I want to take it for you.
Each drop is like a mark. A reminder that I’m yours. That I’m not in control.
I stay still. I don’t move. I don’t speak unless you want me to.
Because good girls take the heat… and beg for more.