The day started like any other. Strong Coffee, a couple of pointless emails, the rhythm of the city pressing against me as I rushed trough the streets. Everything ordinary, everything predictable.But it only takes a moment to break the pattern – a stranger’s lingering eyes on the subway, the way someone’s lips curve when they smile while waiting for their order. Small details… yet they send a spark crawling under my skin.I pretend to keep walking, keep moving like nothing happened. On the surface, I’m calm. Inside, though, I’m somewhere else entirely. My mind runs wild, imagining fingers brushing against mine, a soft touch that lasts too long, a breath warming my neck. Two Lives: the Controlled one everyone sees… and the other one, restless, hidden, waiting for the night.When the world grows quiet, my other side finally breathes. Clothes slip away, slow and deliberate, the dim light making every movement feel like a secret ritual. I let myself enjoy the tease – the pause before the reveal, the silence thick with possibility.Maybe that’s my real addiction… the thrill of turning something ordinary into something that burns. My day might look like everyone else’s, but if you look closer, if you dare step into my private space, you’ll see just how far I’m willing to go.And if you want to see that side of me… you know where to find me.
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