I don’t seduce. I commandeer. My mouth is a directive. My gaze—non-negotiable. When I say strip, I’m not flirting. I’m reprogramming your...

corrupted / not archived / banned content level 7 | SH-47-BII do you feel it? my breath on the inside of your throat. the trace of me...

file origin unknown | scent profile embedded | entry SH-47-B.I they told me to regulate my breath. said the body leaks secrets when it...

glitched trace data | internal pulse log breach | SH-47-B.III i touched myself for you last night. not in the obvious way. not with...

he said please like it was a spell but I don’t answer to men who call only when they’re beneath me.

“No matter how many times I wash you off, you find your way back between my thighs.” She wasn’t expecting him. But the moment she heard...

He told me I was rare. Divine. Different. And for a while, I believed him—because he said it softly enough to sound like truth. But some men don't love you; they love your reflection. As long as I mirrored him, I was adored. The moment I became whole, I was too much. This isn’t just a story. It’s a reckoning. It’s what happens when sweetness becomes survival, and love learns how to wound without ever raising its voice.