I know I’m supposed to be coy about it.
But I like fucking. I like being touched like I’m something you’ve waited for. I like silk sheets sticking to my thighs, my lipstick smeared, my voice sweet and wrecked.
I like when it starts with dinner and ends with my legs over your shoulders. I like being called beautiful with your hand on my throat. I like coming loud in hotel rooms with too many mirrors.
I like looking perfect, and then letting you fuck the perfection off me. I like wanting more than I should. And taking it.














