לפני חודש. 2 במרץ 2025 בשעה 17:53
Every touch of hers strikes my head like lightning, as if the whole world stops for a moment, and I melt into her touch.
She knows exactly what’s good for me—when to touch, when to let go, when to bring me to my knees, when to allow me to speak, and when to move.
I’m addicted to her, like a little kid craving candy.
Every word she says, every small smile, pulls me into a world where time is left behind. Just her and me, lost in everything she says, surrendering to every movement, every command.
Yes, my Queen, I am at your service, and I am here for you.
And my pleasure? Who cares?
It just feels natural.
