WHISPERS BETWEEN THE SHEETS: Moments that weren’t meant to be shared… but are.
A space for the slow unraveling. The stolen glances. The whispered names.
Here, I share pieces of my world: fragments of seduction, encounters that linger, and the feeling of power shifting in the dark.
THE MINING CHIEF: The Way You Look at Me When You Want to Kneel
You tried to hide it. That flicker in your eyes. That sharp inhale when I stepped closer. Not just to touch you, but to let you know I could. You like control. But what you like even more… is being seduced into giving it up.
And oh, how beautifully you surrendered — not with words, but with breathless silence. I didn’t need to ask. I already knew.
