There is something primal about breathing — when I bring my lips to your neck and breathe on it, you feel the warmth pass through your skin, penetrate inside, trigger a whole chain reaction in your body. You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, a shiver run down your spine, your member respond to that breath even though I haven't touched it. My breath is a promise, anticipation, the beginning of the end of your control. I will breathe on your neck, on your collarbones, on your nape, sometimes bringing my lips closer, sometimes pulling them away, creating a game you cannot win. And when you are ready to explode, I will simply exhale on your neck — one time, a little stronger, a little hotter — and you will come. From my breath. From that weightless caress you couldn't even imagine. With me, you don't just come — you surrender to my breath, your most ancient instinct. And I will breathe on you until you stop breathing yourself.