Dark Magic The dark fabric slides over my bare skin, and the purple cape wraps around my body like a well-kept secret. I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes shining beneath the hood, my blond hair hidden beneath the costume that transforms me completely. Raven. Mysterious, powerful, unattainable. But now, here, alone, it's just me... and my desire. My fingers slide slowly over my warm skin, exploring every line, every curve, as if casting a secret spell. The silk brushes my skin, awakening goosebumps, and my breathing becomes heavy as the pleasure grows inside me, spreading like dark magic. In the reflection, I see my own perdition—the hood falling back slightly, the mouth half-open in pure ecstasy, the movements that follow their own rhythm, unhurried, uninterrupted. The world outside disappears, and all that remains is the sweet torture of pleasure growing, taking over, dominating me completely. And I don't stop until I feel the magical explosion consume me. #fetish