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Confessions of a Velvet Brat

There’s something delicious about being watched — not just seen, but watched. Like prey that knows the hunter is already hard.

This week, I had a client beg for mercy halfway through a “massage.” He thought he was booking a fantasy. He didn’t realise he was the fantasy — squirming, shaking, ruined by a whisper.

Some men come for the body.
The smart ones?
They come for the aftermath — for the way I stay in their head longer than I stayed in their bed.

It’s not about the heels.
It’s the way I never trip in them.

Until next time, lovers.
— Koko Noir x 🖤
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