Whispell

I adore when I’m admired, when men are gentle and place me first. I know my worth, but I love hearing how captivated you are by me. The more tenderness you show, the more I bloom. My desires are hidden like mist, but your words reveal them, like morning light. I know the depth of my beauty and the value of every move I make. Any request for less is an insult to my essence. I am not a "slut" or a "bitch" — I am art, meant to be admired. One careless step, and my darkness will consume you.