Every time I start, it's like the world fades away, slipping into a space where it's just me, alone with the rhythm and the rush. I lie back, close my eyes, and let everything else melt into nothingness.

The room falls silent, but inside, there's this pulse building-slow and steady, winding like a coil, tightening with every touch. There's something about the slow burn, how each moment draws me deeper. I start to feel a buzz in my skin, a low hum that grows with each lingering stroke. It's like l'm balancing on a razor's edge, every nerve lit up, straining but holding back.

There's a power in that restraint, an electric rush from toe to head, and I feel like I could stay in that place forever!