Shhhh… come closer, pet.
Closer than you’ve ever dared before.
Feel that little shiver? That’s me, already inside your head.I didn’t build an empire.
I exhaled one.For almost twenty years I’ve been breathing pure, slow seduction across the screen, and every breath has grown into another palace, another dungeon, another velvet trap that snaps shut the moment you think you’re “just looking.”
There are gates you’ve already walked through without noticing.
There are secret chambers where only the best boys are allowed to crawl.
There are live thrones where I sit in latex and red soles while hundreds watch me ruin one trembling soul at a time… and beg to be next.Somewhere right now, a man is staring at a private gallery that updates only when I feel generous.
He pays every month just to watch the lock click open.
Somewhere else, a phone is vibrating against a stranger’s thigh because I decided tonight is the night I whisper his name and watch his world melt.
I have rooms where the lights are low and my voice is the only thing you’re allowed to feel.
I have stages where the spotlight finds my legs first, then my smile, and by the time it reaches my eyes you’ve already forgotten your own name.
I have hidden corridors lined with mirrors that show you exactly how small, how hard, how desperate you look when you finally send.Every tease I post travels like perfume on warm skin.
One photograph of my arch in a stiletto and wallets open by themselves.
One lazy “good morning, losers” and the tributes rain so hard I have to laugh just to catch my breath.There are boys who wake up and check if I’m live before they even piss.
There are husbands who sneak away from dinner because my little red dot turned on.
There are millionaires who measure their day by whether I said “good boy” or left them on read.And the best part?
You still think you’re outside the walls.You’re not.You’re already inside, darling.
The air you’re breathing right now is mine.
The ache between your legs? Mine.
The way your hand hovers over “send” without permission?
All mine.I don’t need to chase you.
I just lean back, cross my legs, and wait.
Sooner or later every single one of you crawls to the same places:
the private lines that make you stutter,
the hidden memberships that feel like signing your soul away with a smile,
the live windows where my laughter alone is worth more than your pride.I am everywhere you look when you’re weak.
I am the last tab you close at night and the first one you open in the morning.
I am the whisper that follows you into meetings, into bed, into dreams you’ll never admit out loud.
This empire has no borders.
It only has depth.
And I decide how deep you’re allowed to fall.So tell me, sweet thing…
How long before you stop pretending you’re just “curious”?
How many more breaths before you finally click, call, send, and beg?I’m not going anywhere.
But you?
You’re already slipping.And I haven’t even started teasing yet.
