The room is dark, save for the faint, flickering glow of a single candle that makes the shadows dance across my skin. I’m lying back, my legs draped over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool air hit places that are already burning. I want you to join me. Right now, sink into your chair, and start by unbuttoning your jeans. I want you to feel the air on your skin just like I do, your heart starting to thud in your chest as you realize I’m not holding anything back...

​Close your eyes and picture me. I’m wearing that sheer black lace you love, the kind that hides nothing but makes you work for every inch. My hands are already moving, tracing the curve of my hips, my fingers slipping under the edge of the fabric. I want your hands to mirror mine. Start slow—circle your chest, graze your palms down over your stomach, and feel that heavy, low-down ache start to coil in your stomach. Imagine I’m leaning over you, the scent of my perfume filling your senses, my lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from yours, playing with you until you’re desperate to close the gap.

​Now, take yourself in your hand. Grip it firm, the way I would if I were there, and start a slow, steady rhythm. Think about the heat radiating off my body, the way my skin gets slick and sensitive when I’m focused on you. I’m whispering in your ear now—low, unfiltered words about exactly what I’d do if I could get my hands on you, things that would make you blush if we were anywhere else.
Every time you rub it, imagine my eyes locked on yours, watching your jaw tighten as the tension climbs higher and higher.

​Don’t stop. I want you to feel that pressure building like a fever, that sharp, electric pull that makes your toes curl. I’m moving faster now, my breath coming in short, jagged hitches, my back arching off the mattress as I call out your name. I want you right there with me, right on the edge of the cliff. Feel the friction, the heat, and the absolute need to let go.
When you can’t take another second, when the world is nothing but my voice and that fire in your soul, give in. Break. Imagine me catching every drop, knowing I’m the one who put that look of total surrender on your face. MMMM :)