I melt for those who notice the small details the pause before a smile, the tension in a gaze, the poetry in touch. I like when time slows down, when curiosity deepens, when words become almost unnecessary.
I dream of being discovered like forbidden art in a forgotten gallery admired slowly, reverently. Your eyes tracing me like a brushstroke, your breath just close enough to stir my skin. No hurry, no need for words. Just pure, sacred tension suspended in time.
I'm drawn to the feeling of being observed not in a way that invades, but adores. Silk against bare skin, the sound of someone holding their breath for me, the elegance of control wrapped in softness. Visual seduction, whispered commands, and the unseen thrill of delayed satisfaction. that's where I live.
I am not here to speak too much I am here to be felt. Think of me as a slow-burning poem whispered under moonlight, or a melody you can't place but never forget. My eyes will draw you in, my silence will keep you, and somewhere between my sighs and your breath. a story begins.
I shy away from anything rushed, loud or crude. If you come to me with gentleness, imagination and intention you will be welcomed. If not, the silence will remain between us.
Collar and Leash, Domination, Feet, Food, Legs, Machines, Medical, Nipple Play, Sugar Daddy, Teasing
Boss / Secretary, Coach/Trainee, Dirty Talk, Doctor / Nurse, French Maid/Client
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