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Turns On

What turns me on isn’t just touch. It’s the voice — a little rough, a little confident. Fingers moving slowly, like they’re learning my skin. Eyes that undress me before hands do. And the silence between words, full of tension and unspoken wants. I love when restraint is only at the beginning.

Turns Off

A lack of sensitivity. When he rushes — not me, just the act itself. When it’s all about him, and he forgets I’m not just participating — I’m half of the experience. Roughness without permission, silence without emotion. Chemistry isn’t just bodies. It’s awareness. It’s rhythm.

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