I’m really different, and yeah—foreign in that way people notice fast.
You’ll feel me before you see me. The warmth of my breath near your ear, the slow drag of my fingertips down your chest, and my voice dropping just below a whisper when I tell you exactly what I want to do. I know how to build a rhythm—teasing, pulling back, then pressing close until there’s nothing between us but shared heat, and that sound… your quickened pulse.
Which, okay, it’s not distant “professional.” It’s professional like I show up, I deliver, and I leave you thoroughly undone. Wait— I said “show up” and “deliver” back-to-back, but that’s really the point. It’s meant to work, not just be a vibe.
I keep catching myself thinking about the arch of my back under your hands, and also how I say your name like it’s the only word I remember—because every move is designed to make you forget where you end and I begin.
Anyway.
