[She/Her] | 🔞 MDNI | 🖋️ I write erotic short stories, sometimes with a psychological edge. | 🎙️ I also craft erotic audio scripts for VAs. |
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Author's summary: Love can be very hard to put into words at times, though it’s often necessary to try. This monologue walks through some of the stages of falling in love. The dreaminess, the excitement, the fear, the uncertainty… all leading to a quiet, trembling truth.
They say the Sun and the Moon are lovers who can never meet. Their paths misaligned by fate… Until the sky darkens, and for just one breath in eternity, they touch. Play
Tonight... you bring in a mirror.Yeah... That’s right. Set it up against the wall. Sit your ass down. And look at yourself. Because I’m not just telling you how to stroke. I’m telling you how to see yourself.
Thanksgiving’s over. The house is finally quiet. The dishes are done. The wine’s worn off. And the soft hum of leftover family chatter still echoes behind you. You climb the stairs, finally alone, your body a little too warm and your thoughts… somewhere else.
A soft, intimate monologue from your future girlfriend, painting a tender picture of the life you’ll share together — from lazy mornings to quiet nights, and all the messy, beautiful moments in between.
Thanksgiving’s over. The house is finally quiet. The dishes are done. The wine’s worn off. And the soft hum of leftover family chatter still echoes behind you. You climb the stairs, finally alone, your body a little too warm and your thoughts… somewhere else.
There’s something painfully honest in it, something that sits deep in the chest if you’ve ever had to let go of someone you once gave everything to.
Somebody close to you reminds you that new year’s resolutions are not mandatory - you are loved as you are, and you don’t have to commit to making a major change to start the new year.
This one's for all my needy little sweethearts who begged for more. It's long, intense, and oh-so-generous... if you can last. Because today? I'm not just here to help you stroke. I'm here to train you. Edge you. Milk you. Break you. And taste every desperate, beautiful second of it.
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