I don’t do shy or innocent, and I don’t do subtle. I’m a filthy little indulgence wrapped in tight clothes and no shame. I get off on being desired, used, worshipped—or bent over and told what to do. I want hands everywhere, mouths full, and nights that leave bruises and no room for small talk. If you're just as bad as me and ready to skip the pleasantries, then come show me how bad you you really are