Spent all day painting my nails this perfect, inky black. Couldn't stop staring at my own hands after, thinking about how they'd look wrapped around his throat while he fucks me. Not to hurt him—just to feel his pulse hammering against my palm, to know he's alive and real and mine in that moment. The contrast of my dark polish on his skin, his cock buried deep in my cunt, my name the only prayer he'd remember. It's fucked up how the most tender thought I have is about domination. Guess that's just my love language. 🤘