I like long, lingering eyes on me. the kind that study rather than consume. I like being slowly discovered not undressed, but unwrapped. I like tension, mystery, unspoken desires and when someone takes their time, savoring the space between us.
Sometimes I imagine us in a room full of people yet you're the only one who knows what I'm not wearing beneath my dress. Every casual touch is a secret, every look is a silent order. We don't speak. but we both know exactly what we want.
There's something deeply arousing about eye contact that holds too long, silence that crackles, slow undressing done not with hands but with gaze. I crave the electricity of tension, the stillness before surrender. Lace, shadows, breath on bare skin that's my kind of language.
I don't speak much, but I don't need to. My silence isn't emptiness it's a soft invitation. Every glance, every curve of my body tells you more than words ever could. I live in the in-between: between stillness and fire, between dream and temptation. You're welcome to come closer but you'll never be in control.
I don't like the noise not only loud, but also the one that is in a hurry, demands or tries too hard. I don't react to pressure or flattery. If you try to make a flame, you will only put it out.
Feet, Food, Legs, Machines, Medical, Nipple Play, Pony Play, Rope Play, Spanking, Teasing
Boss / Secretary, Dirty Talk
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