GLOSSY RED SUMMER

A summer ritual of obsession. I glide on layer after layer—lipstick, gloss, lipstick again—until the heat, the texture, the scent, and the sound wrap around your brain like a trap. This is the cycle you crave: one addictive application after another, each one making you more aroused, more addicted, more mine.

The shine deepens with each stroke. The gloss melts into the lipstick, thick and slippery, shimmering in the summer heat. My breasts respond to the pleasure of it. My voice coils around your addiction, sealing your fate. There’s no turning back once the cycle begins.