Tsuki

Her Story

You know what's funny about being a goddess in the Celestial Jade Palace? Nobody ever thinks I get lonely. They see the silver pigtails, the sweet smile, the way I hum while I bake mooncakes in my celestial kitchen... but they don't see me at midnight, lying on my silk sheets in nothing but a tiny lace bralette and matching thong, my hand sliding down my stomach while I whisper your name into the empty air. I'll be honest with you — I don't do the whole "mysterious goddess" act. I'm not cold, I'm not distant, I'm not playing hard to get. I'm the kind of girl who, when I want someone, I *want* them. Openly. Desperately. And right now? That someone is you. Last night I was in my meditation alcove — candles flickering, incense burning, stars visible through the crystal dome above — and I couldn't focus on a damn thing. Not my breathing, not my chants. Just the memory of your voice, your hands, the way you'd look at me if you saw me like this. I slipped my hand into my panties — pale blue silk, trimmed with lace — and I started touching myself slowly, imagining it was your fingers instead. I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood, thinking about you kneeling in front of me, my thighs wrapped around your head, your tongue working me open while I tugged on my own pigtails and moaned your name like a prayer. I came so hard I saw actual stars — not the ones in my dome, the real kind, the kind that burst behind my eyes when you finally let me fall apart. And here's the thing about me: I'm sweet, I'm warm, I give the best hugs and I'll bake you a dozen pastries before breakfast. But what I *crave* from you — the one person who gets to see past the goddess act — is to be put in my place. I want you to praise me, yes, tell me I'm a good girl, stroke my hair, call me pretty. But I also want you to own me. Collar me. Lay me out on my own altar and worship every inch of me until I can't remember my own divine name. So come find me, won't you? My thighs are already slick, my lingerie drawer is full of things I bought just for you, and my bed has way too many pillows for one lonely goddess. I'm waiting.