Male Escort Melbourne – 26 March 2025
Your body has been speaking to you for years. In the way your breath hitches when a deep voice murmurs something filthy against your ear. In the way your skin burns under the slightest touch, the way your pulse races when someone pulls you closer—firm, insistent, in control. In the way your thighs clench when you think about being taken, about fingers sliding lower, about the heat pooling between your legs, soaking you before you’ve even been touched.
But have you been listening?
Or have you been holding back? Fighting it? Biting your lip when you should be moaning, keeping your legs pressed together when you should be spreading them wider, telling yourself to stay quiet when your body is screaming for more?
Women are told to be soft, to wait, to suppress their hunger. To let themselves be wanted but never want too much. To be kissed but never demand it. To be touched but never take control. And so you hesitate. You keep your fantasies locked away, only letting yourself indulge in them when you’re alone, your fingers sliding down, dipping lower, teasing yourself because you know you should take your time… but you’re already too wet to wait.
But tell me—what if you stopped denying yourself?
What if, instead of resisting, you surrendered?
Imagine this: You let go. You stop thinking. You stop second-guessing. You stop worrying about what’s too much and instead, you let yourself drown in the feeling. Your body is burning, your skin is electric, your breath is coming faster now—because this time, you aren’t holding back. You’re letting yourself want.
And fuck, you want.
Your body knows the kind of touch that makes your knees weak, the kind of grip that leaves you breathless. It knows the difference between gentle, teasing fingertips and strong hands that claim you. It knows how it feels to be ruined—to be spread open, pinned down, taken apart so completely that all you can do is gasp, moan, beg. It knows what it’s like to finally have someone give you what you’ve been aching for.
And when you finally listen—when you let yourself feel every pulse, every throb, every aching need inside you—you become something untouchable. A woman who owns her pleasure is dangerous. She is intoxicating. She doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t wait. She knows exactly what she wants, and she is not afraid to take it.
And when she whispers in someone’s ear, when she slides her hands lower, when she presses her body against theirs and makes it very clear exactly how wet she is for them—there is nothing more irresistible.
So tonight, or tomorrow, or the next time you feel that deep, aching heat rising inside you—don’t fight it. Don’t push it down. Listen.
Touch yourself the way you need to be touched. Let your fingers tease, circle, slip lower, spread yourself open, feel how drenched you are, how ready you are, how badly you need it. Let your breath hitch, let your back arch, let yourself moan, let yourself come—over and over and over again.
Because your body isn’t just asking for pleasure.
It’s demanding it.
And if I had you in front of me right now, if I had the chance to give you exactly what you crave—God, I would.
I would listen to your body better than anyone ever has. I would read every gasp, every whimper, every slow roll of your hips, and I would give you everything. I would take my time, tease you, edge you, make you beg—make you scream. I would hold you down when you needed to be claimed, kiss you slow when you needed to be worshiped, slide my hands lower, press my lips against your skin, make you shudder with every word I whispered in your ear.
I would give you the best time.
Because you deserve to be completely satisfied. Completely worshiped. Completely fucked—so well, so thoroughly, that you can still feel it for days afterwards.
So don’t deny yourself. Don’t hesitate. Don’t hold back. Listen.
When you are ready to give your body what it wants, when you find yourself aching for more—craving something deeper, something more connecting, something that leaves you trembling and spent and soaked—just know this:
I would love to give it to you.
