Thereβs something intoxicating about a woman who wants to be both worshipped and wrecked. I once knew someone like that she wanted soft kisses followed by filthy whispers, wanted to be treated like a princess and used like a toy, all in the same night.
I didnβt just look at her body. I saw that wild, hidden side the one that begged to be teased, handled, and pushed to the edge until she melted into my hands. She needed someone who could read her mind before her mouth even moved. Who could command and care in the same breath.
She craved the power play being owned, spoiled, controlled, and still adored like she was the only girl in the world. And I gave it to her, all of it.
Funny how the dirtiest desires are often wrapped in the deepest trust.