About me: paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy
breathing, even though you have yet to descend the
basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the
glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body. I know
that you’re watching me. I stand a little
taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes.
Though I’m bound like a slave I still feel
like a queen. I sense your eyes on my naked
breasts, especially those areas that seem to be
painted in the darker chocolate hue that
accentuates my areolas. You love to try and
