SIF NOIRE LETTERS !!

Author of “The Woman Who Writes Letters to Her Man—Who Doesn’t Know He Owns Her” I say what most women are afraid to admit. Raw. Erotic. Unfiltered. This is where desire writes back.

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LETTERS TO THE MAN WHO DOESN'T KNOW HE OWNS ME.

part 1

He’ll never read this. But if he did, I wonder if he’d understand what I do to him… in my head.The moment I see you, I’ll feel it—your presence. That silent command in your body language, that don’t-f*-with-me energy. And I’ll love it. I won’t challenge it. I’ll surrender to it… but on my terms.

I’ll walk up to you, quietly, no small talk. Just that look in my eyes—the one that says I’ve imagined this a hundred times. I’ll run my fingers over your beard, pull your head down just a bit, and kiss you. Slow, open-mouthed, greedy.

Then I’ll whisper, ‘You’ve got no idea what you do to me.’

I’ll undress you with calm, focused hands. Every line of your body will be mine to explore. And then I’ll strip in front of you—deliberate, proud, no shame. I want you to watch me. To feel that control slipping with every piece of clothing I drop.

I’ll sit on your lap, facing you. Wrap my arms around your neck. Let you feel my breath on your jaw. And I’ll say, ‘Let me take care of you tonight. You carry the world—I just want to give you peace.’

Then I’ll guide your hands, kiss down your chest, and worship you like a man who deserves it. No distractions. No noise. Just the sound of your breath deepening while I give your body everything it’s been missing.

And when I ride you—slow, tight, locked eyes—it won’t be just sex. It’ll be your softest craving meeting my deepest ache. The kind of connection that makes even a hard man lose control.

You’ll try to stay silent—but I want to hear you moan. I’ll drag it out of you with my hips, my voice, and the way I say your name when you’re deep inside me. Over and over.

Until you explode, and I smile… knowing I ruined you just right.

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come back anyway

I want you to crave me in the middle of ordinary things.

While traveling.

While working

While trying to focus on something else.

While bathing.While looking at yourself.Your hands. Your fingers.

I want everything to remind you of me.I want your thoughts wrapped around my waist even when I’m not there.

I want you tired — not from work, not from people, not from the day —but from thinking about me too much.

I want you sitting in your car wanting it to move faster,because all you can think about is getting back to me.

Back to my body.Back to your hands on me.

Back to pulling me into your arms —maybe even tighter between your legs —

like you’ve been holding yourself back for too long.

I want you to resist the feeling because you know once you give into it,it will consume you completely.

And after spending the whole day trying to escape me,I want you to come back anyway.

No talking.Just the second the door closes,that kiss.

The kind that doesn’t stop until the voices in our heads finally disappearand all that’s left is you and me.

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salesman

“He flirted like a poet. Lied like a salesman.”

I was the dumb costomer

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“The man I prayed for was the man who taught me why some prayers stay unanswered.”

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I prayed for him

I never asked for him to return. I only asked for him to be so successful he’d never have a reason to come back.

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Why do we hold on the ones who broke us?

[surqrised]

“How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”

— S. Z.

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Are you a bot? Why are your posts so weird? Are you okay? Can you share a cover of one of your books?

Not a bot. Just not basic.

Weird? Maybe. Or maybe you’re just not used to reading depth.

Book covers come when the silence is done.

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I waited he didn't come

Sif noire

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THE GRAVE YOU MADE OF ME

Do you know what it’s like to touch other men and feel nothing? To have hands on my skin and laughter in my ears and still — still — ache for the ghost of you?

The men who stayed, who gave, who loved me — I couldn't feel them. Because you taught my body that wanting was supposed to feel like dying.

Everyone tells me I dodged a bullet. No. I took the bullet. It tore through my spirit and lodged itself in the marrow of who I used to be. And every day since, I have been learning how to walk around it, pretending it isn't still inside me, still poisoning everything good.

I could accept every ugly truth — that you never loved me, that you played me, that you saw me as nothing but a fleeting thrill — I could accept it all.

And still, this ache would not leave. You made me feel wanted once. That’s all it took. You carved your initials into the raw meat of my existence.

And now when men touch me, they touch a corpse. A shrine to you

Sif noire

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Blunt advice -dont fall for the ghost,choose wisely!!

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PAIN

I’ll never forget how you vanished when I needed saving. I was your damn lamp—burning, loyal, alive. And you? You were the storm that blew me out. The fog that watched me choke. The silence that chose not to speak. You didn’t lose me. You left me to die slow.

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where can i find your book?

Coming soon! Not yet published

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desire!!!!

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A letter of desires unspoken

In the stillness of this moment, I find myself longing for you in ways I cannot fully express. There’s a hunger in me, a pull I cannot escape, and I want you to feel it — the ache that only you can satisfy. I crave your touch, your dominance, your intensity.

I want you to kiss me like you know this moment won’t last forever. Then grab me by my waist and kiss me, hold me like I am yours and only yours. Undress me, kiss my neck, my breasts, suck on them. Lay me on the sofa, touch me, grab me by my hips, kiss them, play with my small breasts, adore them. Undress yourself or instruct me to. Place your manhood on my breasts and kiss my body with it. Kiss my stomach, lick my stomach, then go down on me…

I crave every inch of you, the way you touch, the way you claim me. Let’s get lost in this moment—no barriers, just raw, unfiltered connection. After I cum, I want you to clean yourself and go for a second round, this time being dominant, as you insert yourself in me without mercy.

This is what I desire. This is what I need. Nothing else matters.

-Sif noire

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Letter II: I Won’t Say a Word

My love, You’re an idiot. You know that, right?

The moment you touched me, I became yours. Not because you deserved it— But because I did. Because my body knew what my pride wouldn’t admit.

And that haunts me. The hunger. The memory. It won’t stop until you claim me. Take me. Force me, if that’s what you need. I won’t say a word. I’ll only open.

And when that day comes—

I’ll start with your feet. Not out of submission, but reverence. You’ve walked the world like a king, So I’ll kiss your soles like I worship the ground you conquer. Then higher— Your calves. Your thighs. Until my lips are against the tender inside of you, the place that makes you tense… but I won’t give in. Not yet. You’ll ache before you receive.

I want your hands on my hips—tight, selfish. I want your eyes dark with the need to break me open. And when you finally do, when our mouths meet— I’ll kiss you like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do right.

I’ll make love to you until you beg me to stop. I’ll be your goddess, your punisher, your confessional sin and your redemption.

Come ruin me. Or let me ruin you.

—Yours, still.