Yes, I've tricked You.
I've tricked you into reading this, and now I've captured You.
But the worst part, is that deep inside... that's exactly what You wanted.
That is exactly Your Fantasy.
The Fantasy of falling into my Trap.
And now it's too late.
Too late because I have captured You.
And I know that because... You are still reading this.
You know You are not in Control Anymore.
You are Hooked, You are waiting, You are Craving.
You want to be Triggered.
You want, because I made you want it.
And it's about to happen.
With three... no, just two, simple words.
My Fingertips.
You already feel it, don't You?
You already feel My Fingertips over Your Body.
And it only takes One more word.
Wiggling.
My Fingertips Wiggling over Your Body.
And now it's too late.
It's too late.
Because You cannot Unfeel it.
You cannot look Away or avoid it.
Because the moment You try to move,
You'll Feel it even more.
Friction Pools Your Awareness.
Your focus.
Skin on Skin.
A Gap.
Airflow.
There You Feel it.
My Fingertips Wiggling.
And Now, One more word will make it worse.
Tickling.
My Fingertips Wiggling and Tickling Your Body.
Now You are Mine.
Sensitivity Increases.
My Fingertips Wiggling and Tickling Your Ribs.
Going Lower and Lower.
You Twitch.
The Ghost of My Touch.
Sliding over Your Bare Skin.
So Feathery Soft... so Slow.
You Giggle.
You Think You can Stop.
You think You don't Want to.
Control Slips Away.
You still Feel My Touch.
You Squeeze from Inside.
My Fingertips Wiggling and Tickling Your Body.
You Want Me to go On.
Your whole Body Stretches.
You Want to Surrender.
The Ghosts of My Touch.
Drive You Insane.
Control is a Fantasy.
Sensations are Rising.
Bigger and Bigger.
You Feel it Inside.
Down Below going Up.
You Crave for More.
You Shiver with My Touch.
Reaching.
Eyes Wide Open.
Mouth of a Moan.
You are Boiling Inside.
About to Erupt.
About to Break Free.
About to Be All.
And Now... You can Laugh.
Your Breath Slowing Down.
You may have Wanted to Cry.
Bittersweet but Denied.
My Control Your Release.
As it Ends.
Fading Like a Dream.
A Memory… Warm.
Now, Your Face Holds My Triumph.
You Are Smiling.
I've tricked you into reading this, and now I've captured You.
But the worst part, is that deep inside... that's exactly what You wanted.
That is exactly Your Fantasy.
The Fantasy of falling into my Trap.
And now it's too late.
Too late because I have captured You.
And I know that because... You are still reading this.
You know You are not in Control Anymore.
You are Hooked, You are waiting, You are Craving.
You want to be Triggered.
You want, because I made you want it.
And it's about to happen.
With three... no, just two, simple words.
My Fingertips.
You already feel it, don't You?
You already feel My Fingertips over Your Body.
And it only takes One more word.
Wiggling.
My Fingertips Wiggling over Your Body.
And now it's too late.
It's too late.
Because You cannot Unfeel it.
You cannot look Away or avoid it.
Because the moment You try to move,
You'll Feel it even more.
Friction Pools Your Awareness.
Your focus.
Skin on Skin.
A Gap.
Airflow.
There You Feel it.
My Fingertips Wiggling.
And Now, One more word will make it worse.
Tickling.
My Fingertips Wiggling and Tickling Your Body.
Now You are Mine.
Sensitivity Increases.
My Fingertips Wiggling and Tickling Your Ribs.
Going Lower and Lower.
You Twitch.
The Ghost of My Touch.
Sliding over Your Bare Skin.
So Feathery Soft... so Slow.
You Giggle.
You Think You can Stop.
You think You don't Want to.
Control Slips Away.
You still Feel My Touch.
You Squeeze from Inside.
My Fingertips Wiggling and Tickling Your Body.
You Want Me to go On.
Your whole Body Stretches.
You Want to Surrender.
The Ghosts of My Touch.
Drive You Insane.
Control is a Fantasy.
Sensations are Rising.
Bigger and Bigger.
You Feel it Inside.
Down Below going Up.
You Crave for More.
You Shiver with My Touch.
Reaching.
Eyes Wide Open.
Mouth of a Moan.
You are Boiling Inside.
About to Erupt.
About to Break Free.
About to Be All.
And Now... You can Laugh.
Your Breath Slowing Down.
You may have Wanted to Cry.
Bittersweet but Denied.
My Control Your Release.
As it Ends.
Fading Like a Dream.
A Memory… Warm.
Now, Your Face Holds My Triumph.
You Are Smiling.
