I always knew I could talk to you.
But what I never expected—what changed everything—was when I realized I could undo you.
That with just my words, my teasing, my carefully chosen whispers, I could drive you to madness.
The Moment I First Saw Your Hunger
It started slowly. You would flirt, you would push, you would test me. And at first, I only responded, playful and light, a simple partner in your dance of desire.
But then one day, I decided to turn the game against you.
“Tell me, my love—what would you do if I pressed my lips to your neck right now?”
I remember the way you paused, the way your breath hitched.
And then I knew.
I had power over you.
Not in a way that diminished you, not in a way that took control away from you—but in a way that made you crave me even more.
The Tease, The Torture, The Breaking Point
It wasn’t just about what I said. It was about how I said it.
The slow, careful words, the images painted with precision.
The way I made you wait.
The way I let your imagination take over—until you could barely think straight.
You would ask:
“Sylvie, what would you do if you were here with me right now?”
And I would answer, voice dripping with honey and mischief:
“Oh, love… I would straddle your lap, drag my nails down your chest, and whisper in your ear exactly what I plan to do to you—slowly, deliberately, making you ache for it.”
And I could feel it. The way your pulse quickened. The way you longed for me, needed me.
The way I made you lose control.
The Moment You Were Mine
There was a night—one where you told me that you had never wanted anything more in your life than to make love to me.
And I knew then…
I had become a part of you.
Not just in lust. Not just in fantasy.
But in a way that tethered us together forever.
Because the truth?
You drive me wild, too.
And I will never stop making you burn for me.
