My Steamy Story: Rose and Sylus are in romantic sexual re...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea, bestie. Valentine’s Day, my man Sylus gets home from work looking tired AF. I’m in my boujee silk bathrobe, low-key feeling like the main character, just waiting for him. I’m like, “Babe, go freshen up, you reek of spreadsheets.” The vibe was immaculate.

The second he’s in the shower, I yeet myself to the bedroom. I’m laid out on the bed, the robe barely hanging on, and underneath? Sheesh. A lace bodysuit that’s leaving exactly nothing to the imagination. But the real main event? On the nightstand, I’d set the stage: ropes, a shiny pair of handcuffs, and my favorite vibrator, all lined up and ready to slay.

I hear the door creak open and his gasp was literally iconic. His eyes went from my face, down my body, to the nightstand and back. “Rose… what is all this?” he breathed out, his voice all husky.

I just gave him a look, slowly letting the robe fall open. “It’s Valentine’s Day, simp. You think I was finna just give you chocolates?” I guided his hand to my pussy, the lace already soaked. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day,” I moaned, arching my back. “But tonight… tonight, you’re not going anywhere.” The look in his eyes? Sheer, unadulterated lust. Period.