Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
It started by accident…but now, it is the only way I can prove to myself that anyone is truly mine. I don’t want their words, and I certainly don’t want their affection. What I crave is the primitive, grounding sensation of being consumed by a man.
I like their tongue to trace the line of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the hollow of my throat, with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. I like the wet, rhythmic heat of their wet tongue against my skin, slowly and deliberately licking and treating my body like a melting confection. Like an ice cream cone.
being consumed
There is something dark and delicious about the way their eyes glaze over when they do it. They think they’re being dominant, asserting a claim over me, but they don’t realize they’re falling right into my trap.
As they lick and graze my body, their guard drops. They become soft, malleable, and gloriously distracted by my curves and my holes. While they are busy savoring the salt and the scent of me, they aren’t watching my hands. They aren’t watching the way I lean into them, steering them exactly where I need them to go, turning their desire into a leash.
It’s a secret hidden in plain sight. In the dim light of a private room or the shadowed corner of a lounge, I let them indulge. I hold perfectly still, like a silent statue of composure, while they lose themself in the act of worshipping me with their mouth. The irony is never lost on me. They think they’re feasting on me, but really, they are just feeding the void I keep tucked behind my ribs.
I’ve had men weep, beg, and grow terrified by the sudden realization that they’ve surrendered control they didn’t even know they possessed. I just watch them, shivering not from heat but from the sheer, wicked thrill of being the architect of their downfall.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
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