Wrapped so completely, you can't see anything at all, only darkness and sensation. You may lie long, straight and still, other times, curl instinctively into a fetal position. Inside that warm cocoon, you are small in the best way, not diminished, but simplified. Your world narrows to warmth, pressure, and the steady rhythm of your own warm breathing. Your heart slows, steadies, no longer racing to meet the outside world. There is nothing to watch for, nothing to react to. On

You don’t simply look at Me. You crawl for Me. Every inch of My body - hair, skin, breath, pheromones, curves, and yes, that most forbidden part - exists above your reach, shimmering in the realm of what you ache for but will never deserve. Understand this: My pussy is not for the weak, the basic, or the pitiful. It is not for mouths that slobber in desperation or cocks that think need alone is enough. It is the crown jewel of My temple - untouchable and impossibly selective.