This scene is simple… but only in the name. I call it The Wand because that’s all it takes to completely unravel me.

It’s just me and my magic wand — no distractions, no toys layered on top, no extra setup — just the one thing that never fails to take over the moment I touch it.

I start slow, letting the buzz sink in, talking about why this toy has such a chokehold on me. It’s the one thing I can always rely on: steady, strong, impossible to ignore, and way too powerful for its own good. The kind of toy that doesn’t just “turn on”… it takes control.

You get to watch every reaction on my face — the way I fight it, the way I try to stay composed, the way the wand pulls me under anyway. There’s no fancy position changes, no wild setup — just pure, focused intensity.

This is the closest you’ll ever see to my real, private moments. No tricks. No acting. Just me giving in to the one toy that never lets me pretend I’m in control.

If you want to see what happens when I stop trying to be cute and just let myself feel everything, The Wand is exactly that. It’s raw, intimate, overwhelming, and honestly… kind of magic.