You, over there, the one assessing me from a distance. I have questions for you…
Do you wonder if my skin feels as soft as it looks?
Do you wish your finger could trace the curve of my shoulder, the ridge of my collarbone?
Can you imagine yourself tracing patterns with the freckles on my back?
Are you afraid that I might catch you watching me so intently? Am I looking your way? Avert your eyes!
If you could, would you run your hand up my dress, grazing my thigh with soft fingertips?
Do you think about how my lips might taste? How my tongue will feel pressed against yours? How my hair will feel in your hands?
Can you stop thinking about my soft breasts below the barest hint of cleavage that you see? Do you know what you would do to the soft flesh, the sensitive nipples?
Have you imagined the marks you’ll leave on my pale skin? Have you imagined the red, angry skin after your hand makes its impression?
Do you want to lift up my dress, exposing my panty-clad ass for your perusal? Will you rip the panties off of me or simply move them to the side?
Can you feel your cock sliding into my wet, hot cunt? Can you imagine that? Or will you tease me first?
Have you thought about if you’ll fuck me rough and hard or slow and sweet? Have you considered what my moans of pleasure will sound like in your ears?
When you make me cum, do you wonder what it will be like? Can you fathom that I will squirt and gush over your cock and down your balls, flooding us both with my release?
Maybe one day, we’ll both find out the answers.