סיפורה של מתחלפת

I want you to hunt me.

I’m willing to be the prey, just this once.

Feel my pulse under your fingers, your hand firm at my neck, your lips brushing over the rhythm of my arteries before your teeth graze, slow and deliberate.

I’ll run, not to escape, but to ignite you. To hear your breath shift. To feel the moment you decide I’m worth the chase.

Will you catch me? Will you pin me down, hold me there, and claim every inch like you earned it?

I want your heat against my skin. Your strength closing in. The delicious surrender as you strip away my freedom with ropes and restraint, guiding my soul into your world, your rules, your rhythm.

Tell me, hunter… Can you handle prey that bites back? Can you take the feeling of my nails on your back, scratching,  marking you, claiming you in the same way you just claimed me?

If you think you can — I dare you to chase.