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Oh yes, would love a glass of wine.

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The window light and her beauty makes the photo.

Boa noite.... Até amanhã..

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Coffee and a view.

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Dance like no one’s watching

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Brilliant idea and lovely model.

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I should find this cafe.

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I trust she has sunscreen on.

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Yes, I am happy to refill it for you.

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Christmas in August. Merry, Merry!

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Water views can both calm you and excite you.

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May I refill your coffee?

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Spiral staircases can be beautiful.

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Beautiful view, with coffee.

Un premier café-croissant pour commencer cette journée de mardi que je vous souhaite remplie de beaux sourires

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Beautifully said.

The Most Romantic Power Exchange

There’s something profoundly misunderstood about chastity.

People think it’s cruel.

Harsh. Cold.

But they only see the surface.

The locked metal.

The denial.

The ache.

What they don’t see is the romance.

The intimacy.

The way devotion softens when a man hands over control—not just of his pleasure, but of his focus, his energy, his entire attention.

Chastity isn’t a punishment.

It’s a love letter.

He’s saying: I trust you with my desire.

I want you to guide me.

You are my priority, my center, my Queen.

And in return, I don’t just take his orgasm—I take his wandering mind.

I give it direction.

I give it purpose.

I bring him home to me, over and over, through every aching moment of denial.

And that’s what they never understand.

Each time I say “not yet,” it isn’t cruelty.

It’s a reminder: You’re mine.

Each whimper, each leak, each stolen glance at the key I wear around my neck is a promise:

I haven’t forgotten you. I’m thinking of you even when I’m denying you.

Isn’t that what love is?

To be seen.

To be held—sometimes by the hips, and sometimes by the restraint of not being allowed to act on what you want.

To be guided.

I don’t keep you locked to take something from you.

I keep you locked to give us something rare.

A deeper kind of connection.

A purer form of attention.

A hunger that never dulls.

And in the quiet moments—when you kiss my hand or make my tea or kneel just a little slower than usual—you know:

This is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done.

And I…

I have never felt more adored.

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Is there anything more perfect for us chastity loving men?

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I need a boat.

Michelle Weisttuch, from @gentlemanchoice25

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Simply lovely.