STROKELESS?0

Description: Hands off. eyes open. breathe. you enter my temple with your palms already guilty. here, touching is sin. every breath is a stroke; every heartbeat is confession. i whisper, and your body trembles like it’s been touched—but it hasn’t. you’ll learn to edge through air, to worship with restraint, to climax without release. disobey, and i’ll name you publicly—your failure echoing through my cult of clean sinners.obey, and you’ll experience something holier than orgasm: control. this isn’t pleasure. it’s purification.welcome to strokeless?o.