Azel

Your name on my lips is not just a word — it's a spell. When I whisper it right into your ear, it penetrates your brain, descends to the deepest place of your consciousness, and stays there as an echo you cannot drown out. I will repeat it again and again, changing intonations — from a gentle whisper to a hoarse moan, from a question to a command. And each time you will feel your body tense, your breathing falter, your pulse quicken. I will whisper your name at that very moment when you are ready to come, and this sound will become the trigger — your name, spoken by my lips, will launch your orgasm like a key starts an engine. You won't be able to separate my words from your sensations, and your name will forever become a reminder for you of how you came from my voice alone. With me, you don't just come — you answer to your name, like a dog, like a slave, like the happiest man in the world. And you will wait for me to say it again.