KINKS INVOLVED:
↳ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ
↳ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ
↳ ʜᴀɪʀ-ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ
↳ ғᴀᴄᴇ-ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ
↳ ʀɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ
↳ ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ
↳ ᴘᴇɢɢɪɴɢ [ᴅᴏɢɢʏ-sᴛʏʟᴇ]
↳ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ
↳ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇss ᴋɪɴᴋ
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Fluid: that's the first word that comes into your mind as you see him move, like a liquid eager to fill up all the space around him, movements a cycle of dropping low, only to rise up, up, up again, effortlessly consuming the audience with him, him, him. None of it consists of cheap basic grinds against the pole; everything about it, everything about him is a r t.
It's now that you see why he is so revered, so envied, so lusted after by everyone in his 'industry': he treats every stage as his stage, every performance as his performance. For him, it's more than just money (let alone easy money), more than just temporary seduction, more than just paying bills and whoring around. This is him, this is what he loves, who is he, and anyone with eyes could see he's damn proud of who he is.
The creases in his crotch from how tightly the leather is wrapped around him makes your mouth water and your body warm up; leather pants are the hardest to take off, making for a perfect tease. Even the jacket he wears is made of black leather, and God, you want to take it off. You want to take it off so bad. Strips of silver sequins hanging from the shoulders of that godforsaken jacket glitter off the lighting in the room, and the way his cotton candy hair is coiffed up, parting to expose glorious tanned forehead paints the picture of the 90s glam edits the social media raves upon nowadays.
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أدب الهواة𝐸𝑋𝐶𝐿𝑈𝑆𝐼𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑌 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝐺𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑃𝑆 ❦ ════ •⊰❂⊱• ════ ❦ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, sᴡᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ sᴘᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜ ᴍᴇ ❦ ════ •...