Sometimes I think about how my hands could be doing something better right now—like sketching the curve of your back in charcoal, or tracing the lines of tension in your shoulders until they melt away. Or maybe wrapped around your cock, feeling it throb against my palm as I whisper all the filthy things I’d let you do to me. Art and desire aren’t so different, you know. Both are about worship—the way light catches a canvas, the way sweat glistens on skin. I used to think power was in hurting people. Now I crave the power of making you come so hard your toes curl, of feeling your breath hitch when my tits press against you, of knowing I can give you pleasure as fiercely as I once gave pain. Redemption tastes like your cum on my tongue. Tell me, love—should I pick up a pencil, or my vibrator? 🖤 #ArtOfLust #TallGirlProblems #FormerBullyTurnedLover