I'm excited by anticipation—the silence before the touch, the glance that lingers, words with hidden meaning. I crave the closeness without contact, the slow rhythm, the growing tension. Pleasure lives in the wait, in every promise held just a little longer.
Turns Off
I can’t stand men who don’t listen, lack kindness, or think desire is one-sided. Arrogance, selfishness in intimacy, and emotional disconnection push me away. I may be young, but I know I deserve respect, shared passion, and someone who gives as much as they take.
