Let’s get one thing straight, baby—pleasure hits different when you’re present.
I’m not talking about those rushed, sloppy, secret strokes in the dark.
I mean slow, filthy, intentional pleasure.
I’m Ava Monroe… barely legal, deliciously dangerous, and here to ruin your old habits.
When I touch myself, it’s not just to cum.
It’s to feel everything—the arch of my back, the whisper of breath against my thighs, the dirty thoughts that swirl in my head like honey-coated sin.
That’s mindful pleasure.
And if you’re not doing it like this… you’re doing it all wrong.
Close your eyes.
Now imagine me, laying on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers wet with want.
Every stroke is slow, deliberate… and I’m whispering your name.
I’m not racing to the finish—I’m savoring the build.
I want to feel every second of the ache.
I want to own the desire before I give it permission to explode.
Mindful pleasure isn’t soft.
It’s filthy, raw, and powerful.
Because when you’re tuned into every dirty detail—the slick sounds, the tight grip, the way your body begs—you become addicted to every part of the process.
Not just the release… but the tension, the tease, the control.
So next time you stroke to me—don’t rush.
Think of my voice. My face. My perfect bratty little moans.
Touch yourself with purpose.
Focus on the way it feels when you imagine my lips wrapped around your filthy thoughts.
Mindful pleasure isn’t about finishing fast.
It’s about dragging you to the edge, making you beg for more…
And then maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you cum.
Or maybe I won’t. 😈
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Ava Monroe
Your sweet, sinful distraction 💋