Speaker 1: Welcome, your majesty, take your seat right there on your throne,
Speaker 1: that favorite spot where you come undone in private. Tonight
Speaker 1: we reclaim your crown, and the crown is your pleasure.
Speaker 1: Touch yourself like you rule this body, not like it's
Speaker 1: a favor, not like it's shameful, like its sacred, like
Speaker 1: every inch of skin was designed for your hands, your mouth,
Speaker 1: your need. Breathe in slow, feel that power rise with
Speaker 1: your inhale. Exhale like you're releasing every moment someone made
Speaker 1: you shrink, flint obey, like you're releasing centuries of shame.
Speaker 1: And you will continue to breathe deeper through this entire experience.
Speaker 1: Your breath brings orgasmic relief, So continue. Breathe in slow,
Speaker 1: let the heat rise. Exhale like you're burning every lie
Speaker 1: they ever told you about your worth. Good, Let's begin
Speaker 1: the coronation tonight. You rain, Place your hand on your chest,
Speaker 1: Feel your nipples turn hard. Feel that beat. It's your wardrum.
Speaker 1: Now say it. I rain over this body again, louder,
Speaker 1: I rain over this body until it echoes in Your
Speaker 1: thighs now slide lower over your torso, your stomach, your hips,
Speaker 1: your thighs let your hands and fingers, glide like worship.
Speaker 1: Feel how warm it gets as you get close. That's
Speaker 1: not shame, that's the heat of divinity. Now go there, lower, yes, there,
Speaker 1: to your cock, your clit, your folds, your shaft, your slick,
Speaker 1: that royal place, your center, your spark. Touch it like
Speaker 1: it answers only to you. Rub, stroke. This is not masturbation.
Speaker 1: This is coronation. You're not chasing pleasure tonight. You're crowning
Speaker 1: yourself with it. Touch your genitals like its sacred ground,
Speaker 1: because it is. Because pleasure isn't the prize at the end.
Speaker 1: Pleasure is the throne itself, and you, darling, you sit
Speaker 1: high upon it. Touch where you ache, where you've been
Speaker 1: over looked, circle, where you've been starved, Stroke where no
Speaker 1: one ever stayed long enough to learn, Touch where you've
Speaker 1: gone numb from neglect or routine, where no one ever
Speaker 1: bowed their head and said, thank you. Say it now,
Speaker 1: thank you body, thank you for holding me wanting, thriving,
Speaker 1: still craving. Now, let go. Let your moans shake the silence,
Speaker 1: Let your hips move like a ritual. Let your hand
Speaker 1: be your lover, Let your breath be the spell. Feel
Speaker 1: your orgasm, build not as a prize, but as the
Speaker 1: throne itself. You don't chase it, you command it. Come
Speaker 1: like royalty, like your moan could split the sky, Like
Speaker 1: the whole world is kneeling because it is. Say it again,
Speaker 1: I am my own pleasure, I am my own power,
Speaker 1: I am my own crown. So tonight I command you
Speaker 1: crown yourself with orgasm again. Harder until the sheets are soaked,
Speaker 1: until you forget every name but your own. And when
Speaker 1: you come, come like you just took the throne. Come
Speaker 1: like it was always yours. Come until the only name
Speaker 1: that matters is yours.