emotional sex: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—emotional sex is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout emotional sex. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in emotional sex. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in emotional sex. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in emotional sex, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. emotional sex ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.