It began as a whisper—

soft, slow, and dangerous.

The kind that brushes your ear,

slides down your neck,

and makes your breath catch before you even know why.

Every word is a touch.

Every pause, a pulse.

This isn’t a fairy tale.

It’s a confession told in low tones and heavy silence.

Some stories don’t need to be shouted—

they only need to be whispered.

Welcome to Bedtime Rendezvous…Enjoy!💋

Written by: Mistress Karmel

Song Rendezvous written by Lace “The Hands”