I feel my cheeks flush under your direct gaze, and I smile nervously. I suddenly feel like prey. But you’re walking towards me and I don’t have much time to panic.
I’m so wet. I can feel my wetness leaking onto my thigh. I get up from the table to greet you. I feel my dress shift, and the slit exposes a long length of pale thigh flesh. You don’t even look. You don’t have to. You know you’ll see it all shortly. My hunger and need for you are tangible. Your confidence in my complete submission to you is apparent.
I lean in to hug you, and you wrap one arm around my waist. One hand reaches up and brushes a lock of hair off my neck, tucking it behind my ear. My pale collarbone and neck are exposed, and your mouth is so close to me, and I want you so badly to kiss me or bite me or lick me. But you just let your fingers linger on my skin for a moment and then pull away.
“Hi baby,” you say in your deep delicious voice. I instantly melt. If I had any doubt that I belonged completely to you, it vanishes when I hear your voice. My desire for you is palpable.