Velvet sin

There’s something about hotel rooms at night - when the city glows beneath you and the sheets feel colder than your skin - and turns everything into a scene. The door was unlocked. The dress was chosen. The mood was already set. He arrived like he was stepping into a fantasy. But I wasn’t there to be unwrapped…

I was there to take my time. To tease, to dominate. To make sure that after tonight, no other woman would taste quite right.

Read on, if you’re ready to surrender.