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I stood in front of the mirror tonight, tracing the white in..

Published: August 5th 2025, 9:16:33 am

I stood in front of the mirror tonight, tracing the white ink on my chest, watching the way the candlelight danced over every curve and line.

Every tattoo has a story, but some aren’t meant to be told—only felt. I imagined your fingers trailing behind mine, a silent question in every touch.

Would you follow my path or make your own? Some nights I feel powerful, like a goddess waiting to be worshipped… and other nights, I just want to be undone slowly, sinfully.

I wonder which version of me you’d get. Maybe both, if you behave—or better yet, if you don’t. 🖤🐍