PollyLovely

In every word I speak, there’s velvet and a blade. In every glance — a labyrinth where you lose your will not by force, but with relief. I don’t raise my voice. A whisper is enough. You won’t notice when you begin to obey. You call it curiosity. I call it influence. I am a Mistress of your body and your mind. Gothic grace, cold elegance, a knowing smile behind the screen . I don’t take — you offer. There will be no vulgarity here. Only you — stripped down to your essence.

Online: Almost Everyday

I love: Whatever, but i like to lead;p

I don't love: Everything what includes being rude to me