Xilonen
Xilonen’s Diary – “Face the Consequences”
Dear Diary,
He was lounging around again, all relaxed and smug, like I wouldn’t notice.
Like I wouldn’t do something about it.
I asked sweetly—“This seat taken?”—just to give him a chance.
One chance to move. To back out. To pretend he had any say at all.
He didn’t move. He just looked up… wide-eyed, already breathless.
That’s when I knew: he wanted it.
So I turned around and let my hips hover—just barely above him.
Watched his pupils dilate like I was a rare drop.
Watched his hands twitch, like he didn’t know where to grab—if he even could.
“You better take a deep breath,” I whispered.
“Because I’m not getting up anytime soon.”
And then I sat.
Slow. Full weight. A perfect seal.
He let out this choked little sound—half moan, half surrender—and I felt it all.
The tension. The heat. The thrill of being worshipped without a single word.
Funny, isn’t it? He always acts like he’s in charge.
Until I take a seat.
Sweet dreams,
Xilonen 💚