This one’s for the writers. The ones who hand me their filth and somehow act surprised when I moan for real. I’m not just reading your words. I’m feeling them. They get under my skin, between my thighs, and deep in my head until I’m soaked and breathless behind the mic. This audio? It’s a love letter to every delicious line you’ve ever made me say… and how badly I needed to touch myself after saying it. So go on—press play. Let me show you what your imagination does to me.