MillyJohnson

DOMICILIO. THE DISTRIBUTOR AT HOME

a spacious house, decoration in metallic colors, a demanding owner, with dark eyes, eyes that welcomed you without asking, in her hand a good book could not miss, a good girl smile was something that as well as her bag could not forget. Even an ant in the palm of his hand, would feel intimidated, this ant could feel at home or feel it as one that without thinking of a single step, would derive his hive. This kind of excitement and tension, is exciting, like this feeling of exploding like a volcano, a total eruption.

7:00am Knock, knock.

mmmm ahhh (sigh)

I opened my eyes, and the light of my window illuminated my face (she fell asleep again) the softness of my bed hugged me just the width of my hips.

Knock, knock

¡Who the fuck dares to knock on my door!

what if you use your tongue, it will get that taste directly to the taste buds.

She's the desire disguised as danger. He does not need to raise his voice to be noticed; his mere presence imposes. His gaze is an abyss, deep and dark, as if he could strip the soul with just laying his eyes on you. And he does. not out of curiosity, but out of pure control. She's not looking for company: she chooses victims. He walks as if the world were his and the others mere actors on his stage. Seduction is her weapon, domination her game. Her voice is a sweet poison, every word loaded with intent, every silence full of threats disguised as promises. Plays with the boundaries of desire and fear, and does so with lethal elegance. He knows when to touch, when to turn away, when to offer a smile that burns more than any caress. Nothing in it is accidental; everything is calculated, planned, executed with precision. It's a storm in a woman's body. An eclipse that does not let the light escape. A queen without a throne, but with everyone at her feet. even as it gently destroys them.