In my fantasies, I often imagine being completely vulnerable and submissive, completely at someone's mercy. Being tied up and blindfolded while I am used is something I think about a lot. I crave that intense feeling of raw passion and giving up total control.

I can't help but be drawn to hands – strong, capable hands, with veins and calluses. The way they move, the things they can create, the touch they can give... It's a specific thing, but it is a total turn-on for me.

I'm a deeply sensitive person, easily moved by beauty and emotion. A touching song, a heartfelt story, a kind gesture – they all resonate within me. It's a gift, I suppose, but also a vulnerability. I feel everything so intensely.

There’s something intoxicating about silence — the kind that hums between two people who understand each other without words. The weight of a gaze, the breath that catches, the quiet tension before something happens. It’s almost unbearable, and yet I live for it.