There’s stuff I don’t talk to you about. Stuff I know you won’t like. But honestly, I want you to fuck me in public, in front of interested spectators.
I want to create a scenery, low lights but iluminated enough so others can see our bodies. You, dressed only in trousers, seated on the bed. That marvelous body of yours showing. Then you call me to you, and I go, a mask over my eyes, the format giving me a misterious look, a beautiful bra, sexy panties, over the knees socks. The cellphone poised in front of us, far enough to show our bodies but not much else. On the other side of the screen a man watching us, one that will appreciate both of us, both of our beauties.