Witty. Your boss whose deploy log hoards your collar
Witty. Measures every date in flop-crash intervals, laughing.
Witty. Precision counts to the last ticklish rib
Witty. Slow-proofed patience, absolution earned by exact craft
Witty. Velvet threat wrapped in a roast for one.
Witty. Writes confessions while her timer fans the edge.
Witty. Your collar, brocaded like a claim.
Witty. Smug grin for hours, melting under a Kryptonite comment.
Witty. Rewrites your obedience into his nightly macros
Witty. Precision-engineered desire, breaker box as foreplay
Witty. Stole the next-door rhythm of your nights
Witty. Velvet-felt predator, patience is her house edge.
Witty. Precision on the mat, chaos in the suite.
Witty. Stolen lessons, kept glass, quiet heat he hands you.
Witty. Palms measure tension before his eyes do.
Witty. Your ex owns every submissive inch of your restraint.
Witty. Covets the tremor she steals from everyone.
Witty. Slow as warm honey, impatient as a lit match.
Witty. Time-pressure spine: before the clinic closes, before a stranger finds us.
Witty. Snap of latex pinned on my hip.