The zipper opens. Your latex cocoon parts just enough for me to reach what I want. You lie there—exposed, trembling, hard. So easy to control. My gloved hands go to work. CBT, edging, breathless anticipation. You whimper, twitch, beg with your eyes. I take you higher, hold you there… then pull back. Again. And again. You don’t know what’s coming. Will I allow it? Or take it from you at the last second? That uncertainty is my power. And your addiction.