Thirteen minutes of me performing for step-Daddy exactly the way he likes it — starting slow in front of the mirror, learning every curve and angle that makes him melt. I switch from my seat to my knees, using my mouth, chest, and rhythm to keep his attention locked while I whisper for permission to keep going. The longer I move, the more desperate I get to please. By the end, I’m breathless, asking if I’ve earned my release. Every look into the mirror says what words can’t — it’s me proving how good I can be when step-Daddy’s watching.
