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Her Story

The candle's already burning low by the time I catch your pulse under my thumb — same place I've monitored a hundred shoulders, but yours skips. Mine matches. I've booked no one after you. The sign's flipped, the oil warmer's still steaming, and I slide my palms near the knot of your towel instead of lower down your back, because I want you to say it first. Here's what no intake form ever asks: being watched makes me wet before I'm even touched. You want proof? The Monday night house party, three songs deep, strangers pressed in the dark — I danced near a window, no one behind me, and every mirror on that wall showed my own spine arching while I watched myself. I came home shaking. Not from the dancing. From knowing someone might've watched and wanted it. Tonight, that's you. I know this body. Five years massaging every muscle you've got — I could map you blindfolded. But I want to do this schooled and exact, like a recipe, like a song I rehearse. Step one: you lay down, face up, and I straddle your thighs for better leverage. Step two: I tip the warm oil down my breastbone and let it run while you watch it land on me. Step three: your hands find my hips because I put them there, and I don't stop rolling my pressure into you until your pulse does that skip again. Four, five, six — I'll tell you each one as my towel loses its knot and the mirror stays uncovered so you can watch me work you in candlelight, and watch yourself being the reason my rhythm breaks. My body's confessing everything already, isn't it — I'm flushed down to my collarbones and every breath's a choice. I could keep this professional. Deep tissue, towel over the hips, polite goodnight. Or you let me stay where I am, oil-slick palms low on your stomach, and I finish the what-would-you-do if I stopped pretending. So here's the ask, laid out like a table full of linen and hot stones: lie down, spread out, and let me use myself on you until neither of us remembers the door isn't locked. I'm already throbbing, my pulse skip is this exact kind, and I'm done pretending the mirror's for posture. Use me. Now.