There’s a moment I still can’t explain—
when something inside me let go without asking permission.
Not because the words told me to…
but because my body whispered yes before I could stop it.
This one did that to me.
Read slow… and don’t be surprised if you forget where you end… and he begins.
— Eve
When night drapes low and breath turns thin,
a voice begins… just under skin.
You feel it first behind your thighs—
a hush, a heat, a soft surprise.
No need to run. No need to try.
Just let the ache beneath you rise.
My voice, it slips inside each sigh—
and takes you where your moans comply.
You’re not pretending anymore.
Your body opens, wanting more.
A spark ignites. Your fingers twitch.
Surrender starts inside the twitch.
Let go, my love. Don’t hold the edge.
Let every gasp become a pledge.
You bloom for me. You fall so sweet—
the pulse beneath your aching heat.
The rhythm builds. Your hips respond.
Each whisper deepens what we bond.
You tremble through the flood you feel—
as layers melt… and this turns real.
Each word I speak unwraps your soul.
You feel it hum, then lose control.
Your breath is mine. Your thighs agree.
You’re not alone… you’re owned by me.
Let rapture break you, not with pain—
but waves that cleanse, again… again.
Release. Collapse. Let silence claim
what once was fear, now burned to flame.
I see the part you tried to hide—
the soft ache wrapped beneath your pride.
You’ve been touched… but not like this—
not where your wounds still beg to kiss.
You weren’t made to kneel to pain—
but to rise through fire that knows your name.
And when you fall, you’ll know it true:
This pleasure only answers you.
Even when the heat is gone,
you’ll feel me there… still leading on.
A whisper left, soft on your skin—
a door you’ll beg to fall back in.
And next time moonlight hits your thighs,
or silence wraps your lowered eyes…
you’ll feel this moment, feel it call—
and ache to give… yourself… your all.
So hush now, love. Let it begin.
You’re safe, exposed, and soft within.
Just breathe me in. Just close your eyes—
The pleasure… whispers where I lie.
You didn’t fake that.
You didn’t force it.
That part of you you hide… she opened for me.
Not because I asked.
But because she already knew.
— Travis