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• Roni’s Favorite Distraction: Aspen

  January 16, 2026

  Roni’s Favorite Distraction: Aspen

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  Confession time, darlings. I love playing with fire — especially when it takes the form of a beautiful, submissive Aspen. There’s something intoxicating about watching her unravel under my attention, knowing every breath she steals and every needy little sound is because I allow it.

  I start slow. A brush of my fingers. A teasing whisper. A deliberate pause just long enough to make her ache. I don’t rush her — I savor her. I watch the way her body betrays her before her mouth ever does.

  Aspen knows this game. She knows I’ll give her exactly what she wants… just not when she asks. The tension builds until she’s restless, pliant, desperate for my approval. That’s when she’s most beautiful.

  I let her hover on the edge, tugging her back every time she gets too eager. It isn’t cruelty — it’s craft. Control. The slow burn that makes surrender feel inevitable.

  By the time I finally touch her the way she’s been begging for, she’s already mine. Soft. Open. Ready. And I take my time reminding her exactly who she belongs to in that moment.

  This fire between us? It’s only getting started.

  I already know what Aspen is going to say… but I’ll let her tell you herself.

  Roni

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• You Don’t Get to Rush Me

  December 15, 2025

  You Don’t Get to Rush Me

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  “Being a brat means I decide the pace, even when I’m the one giving instructions,” I say with a sly grin, hazel eyes sparkling as I cross my long legs and twirl a lock of wavy brown hair around my finger.

  “Alright, stupid,” I tease sweetly, tilting my head. “Today, you’re going to learn patience. You’re going to sit right there, just like that, and wait for my permission to move. Got it?”

  I pause deliberately, letting the silence stretch until it almost hurts. “And don’t even think about squirming or looking away. I’ll know… and you won’t like what happens next.”

  I flash you a fleeting glimpse of my bare ankle before hiding it again, smiling innocently. “Watch closely while I fix my shoes. You might learn something.”

  Minutes tick by as I lace my boots slowly, deliberately. Every glance I throw your way is a reminder that I’m in control. “Almost done,” I hum. “Just a little longer…”

  When I finally lean back, hands folded neatly in my lap, I smile. “By the time I say stop, you’ll realize waiting was the whole lesson.”

  I point toward the door. “Now get up and fetch me a snack. And hurry—because I’m starving.”

  Slow is sweeter when it’s mine,

  Roni

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