Artemesia Love GFE

Artemesia’s waiting for you when you walk through the door, looking like trouble and smiling like she knows it. That spicy little accent hits you right away as she pulls you in close. She knows work beat the hell out of you today, and she’s already decided you’re not lifting a damn finger tonight.

On the bed, you spot the stuff you bought her. She’s laid it all out and can’t wait to model every piece. Lace, straps, heels, whatever caught your eye when you clicked “buy.” Now she’s slipping it on one piece at a time, looking over her shoulder with that playful grin, asking how she looks like she doesn’t already know.

She’s not just saying thanks. She’s showing it. The way she moves, the way she looks at you—nothing sweet about it. It’s heat. Slow, teasing, and locked in on you. Artemesia’s got one goal tonight, and that’s making you forget the rest of the world.