As I recline upon my throne, I feel the subtle thrill of power pulsating through me, reigniting my insatiable desires. Lust courses through my veins as I lower myself onto a willing face, feeling my considerable weight press down upon them. Their muffled gasps and desperate pleas only serve to fuel the fire within me—a primal hunger that demands to be sated. The euphoria of control, of being worshipped and adored in the most intimate of ways, as I drown in the symphony of their moans beneath me. For in those moments, I am not just a woman; I am a goddess, and my throne is atop their yearning lips.