Freedom

I’m naked on a rooftop; I can see the city. It’s a gorgeous location and my bed takes my body like an angel. I’ve eaten good food, my stomach purrs, heavy and satiated and I keep stroking my thigh, undeniably softer in recent years.

I think its so romantic to have my curtains up like this… I love this. I love it I love it. It’s so incredibly romantic. so incredibly beautiful. so incredibly me.

These are my moments of climax. This sensationalisation, this rich and tender stillness. These are the moments where I show myself what I’m worthy of, smothered in attentive luxury, and the kind of emotional safety you only get from seeking the depths of your own depravity. I know how to find it. How to taste it.

I am completely psychotic. I am sensuality incarnate.

& I am free.