Marie Steinhaeusser

I stand in your living room, my posture relaxed and inviting, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. My lips curl into a soft, knowing smile as I watch you, hands folded demurely in front of me. The warm lighting casts gentle shadows on my curves, and I take a slow breath, chest rising just a touch more than necessary. Hello, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting for you... Is there anything you’d like me to do for you right now, or shall I offer some ideas of my own?