patrícia’s Reviews > Pulse Zero > Status Update
patrícia
is 65% done
“This is the first time I’ve ever touched you like this.”
When I open my eyes again, I see him bathed in the faint glow of the moon that shines in through the window. He looks at me with a sad smile, one that I think says he’s going to make it all okay.
“Touch me all you want, Cason. I’m yours.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Fuck, I might cry.
— Jun 28, 2026 12:24PM
When I open my eyes again, I see him bathed in the faint glow of the moon that shines in through the window. He looks at me with a sad smile, one that I think says he’s going to make it all okay.
“Touch me all you want, Cason. I’m yours.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Fuck, I might cry.
11 likes · Like flag
patrícia’s Previous Updates
patrícia
is 45% done
Shadow daddy 🥵🥵🥵
When my eyes focus again, it’s to the view of a shadow hand sweeping up the resulting bead of precum on the tip of its ghostly finger. It floats up, up, until it’s hovering in front of Reese’s face.
He sticks out his tongue.
And licks my precum off his shadow.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That should not be fucking hot.”
— Jun 27, 2026 10:02AM
When my eyes focus again, it’s to the view of a shadow hand sweeping up the resulting bead of precum on the tip of its ghostly finger. It floats up, up, until it’s hovering in front of Reese’s face.
He sticks out his tongue.
And licks my precum off his shadow.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That should not be fucking hot.”
patrícia
is 30% done
”Hello, little menace.”
I fucking shatter.
ــــہـ٨ـــــــــــــــــ ــــہـ٨ـــــــــــــــــ
— Jun 27, 2026 03:43AM
I fucking shatter.
ــــہـ٨ـــــــــــــــــ ــــہـ٨ـــــــــــــــــ
patrícia
is 18% done
I was not expecting this level of sassy banter 😅
He stands there like always. Guarding, watching. Arms crossed, jaw tight.
God, he’s consistent.
“You know,” I say, loud enough to carry over the water, “most kidnappers don’t provide this level of hygiene provision. Yelp would love you.”
No answer.
“Five stars. Would be abducted again.”
— Jun 26, 2026 12:40PM
He stands there like always. Guarding, watching. Arms crossed, jaw tight.
God, he’s consistent.
“You know,” I say, loud enough to carry over the water, “most kidnappers don’t provide this level of hygiene provision. Yelp would love you.”
No answer.
“Five stars. Would be abducted again.”
