My skin is flawless and soft, with two small tattoos meant only for your eyes. My body was built to undo you: a perfect hourglass.
Men don’t talk about me like other women. The praise comes quieter, almost reverent, only after seeing me twice. “She makes everything feel effortless.” My space is low lit, music sinking beneath the skin. I step out fresh from a shower, smelling like a memory you’ll chase for weeks.
My lips are impossibly soft. When I kiss you slow and deep, you forget other mouths ever existed.
That disarming smile arrives first, big and genuine. Then a hug like greeting an old lover. My fingers trail down your chest.
What men don’t say but always think: I’m consistent. Nothing is a fluke. The way I keep you hungry, not just hard, from the first kiss to the last breathless moment.
The way I excel at pleasure, creative and fully yours. Ten ways to undo you without ever seeming to try.
My curves are dangerous. My smile is addictive. My standards so quietly high you’ll never know I’m running the entire show. You’ll leave thinking you were in control.
That’s me, Daniella. I don’t just please you. I ruin you for anyone else. And the most dangerous part? You’ll thank me for it.
