Goon Mommy

The lamp’s glow pools over my hands as I lean forward, my silhouette steady, watching you with unwavering attention. I can feel the pulse in the air between us, slow… deliberate… like it’s matching mine. You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? Waiting for me to notice. I do. I notice everything. The rhythm of your breaths, the little shifts you make as your focus threatens to break. I let a quiet hum slip from my lips, trailing through the air. The kind that makes you want to draw closer. I’m not here to rush you. No—my pleasure comes in stretching the moment, coaxing it to linger, until it binds itself around you like a coil. So stay there, feeling the weight of my gaze. Let it press into you. Every heartbeat, every movement, every thought belongs here… now… with me.