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Questions She Never Asks
What if craving doesn’t need a voice? What if luxury is a silence that pulls? What if submission is not shame but a secret language rich women whisper through jewels, bruises, and soft requests never made aloud?
Do I want to be taken, not asked?
Is pain better when it's held by diamonds?
How to beg without a voice that betrays me?
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I want to be owned secretly, softly.
Can choking feel like love if silk is wrapped with intent?
What if I crave shame not because I’m broken but because it’s the only thing that makes me feel real?
Do I like being watched because it confirms I exist?
Can submission feel luxurious—like spa light over bruises no one asks about?
Should I freeze my eggs or let my body bleed want?
These are not questions. They are portals.
To desire without lowering.
To look like soft prey in luxury lingerie.