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It doesn’t matter how long your fingers are—you’ll barely coax out a quarter of it, if you’re lucky. If you truly want to empty him… every last drop… ...

When it begins to leave him...slowly, inevitably...it’s as though the very center of him is pouring out, drop by drop,into my waiting hands.I guide it...

There’s something strange and sacred about it...the way his body opens to me when I reach inside.Not just physically… it’s deeper than that.It’s like ...

I could see it in the way he moved…how carefully he knelt.How the stretch of his thighs reminded himexactly where I had been the night before. I did...

Arch your back..... Good boy.

If you push too fast, you’ll awaken his shame.If you lead too slowly, the moment might pass.But if you guide him with calm, quiet certainty... you’ll...

To anyone reading my notes: Everything I share here is about my relationship, past intimate moments I cherish, and fantasies I enjoy revisiting. It’...

He enters me like midnight silk...thick, powerful, and impossibly smooth...filling me in a way that borders on sacred.Slowly, deliberately, he slides ...

I rise from between his legs like mist curling off warm water, slow and thick with promise. I don’t speak. Words would only collapse the weight of the...

or another version..... II let him slip from my lips, just enough to breathe...but not enough to break the spell.The head rests against my tongue fo...

I shift slightly in the soft light, my hand still wrapped gently around his base.My skin...pale, almost translucent in places...seems to glow against ...

I hold him in my palm, the flushed, dark head framed by the paleness of my hand...my skin marble white, smooth and luminous under the low light, almos...

I lower myself slowly, deliberately, never breaking my gaze from him...because he needs to see this. Needs to know that I’m not just giving...I’m devo...

My fingers curl around the base of him...warm, thick, impossibly smooth...and I begin to draw the skin back, slow and deliberate. Inch by inch, the ...

The silk of my sleeves whispersas I take him in handnot with tenderness,but the idle curiosityof a queen examininga newly minted coin.How pretty they ...