SILK THREADS Come, enter my web. I will teach you to weave pleasure. I hold you from behind, my chest pressed against your bare back, I sink my teeth gently into the curve of your neck. I feel your breath hitch instantly, as your sex swells and becomes wet under my fingers, hot, throbbing, already hungry for me. The light pierces the darkness and illuminates every detail, your turgid nipples, your arched back, your lips parted in a silent moan. Surrender completely. There is no escape, only flesh craving more flesh, dark and wet desire. Here, entwined in my web, I will take you slowly, deeply, until you tremble and fly as I fill you with pure, intense pleasure.