I’m Tashi’s Good Girl (NOT CLICKBAIT) (GONE SEXUAL) - Blog Posts

Tashi’s the kind of girl who has you wrapped around her finger before you even realize it. She knows exactly what she wants, exactly how to get it—and when she touches you, it’s deliberate. Slow. Calculated. She doesn’t rush, because she doesn’t need to. Her voice is like velvet, commanding and sweet all at once: “Look at you… already shaking? And I’ve barely touched you.”

She plays your body like a game, fingers teasing just enough to make you whine, to make you beg. One second she’s cooing, “Such a good thing for me,” and the next her tone drops, sharp and amused: “Pathetic. You’d do anything just to come, wouldn’t you?” And it’s true. You would.

Tashi makes you feel worshipped and owned in the same breath. She’ll praise you when you do exactly what she wants—kiss her thigh just right, moan at the right pitch—and degrade you when you fall apart too quickly. And you live for it. Her hand at your throat, her mouth at your ear, telling you exactly how pretty you are when you cry for her.

She makes you ache. She makes you beg. And she never lets you forget who’s in control.