It’s that look that makes the universe around you slowly disintegrate. The absolute attention of the gaze in the eye and the lust that speaks waterfalls of words in complete silence. The longing for unification. A hand slowly reaches over, and the fingertips gently touch the upper side of my breast. It had been years, but imagination had made love every single day since then. I spread my legs and slowly lowered my hand while I used my other hand to push an armlength of space between us. I wanted him to watch, watch me. I stood up and carefully lowered my skirt. My long blond hair naturally fell down and stroked my breasts, coming back up. My gaze didn’t wander off; I wanted to see his face while I touched myself, thinking of everything he would do to me if I let him. The silence was broken by our accelerated breath. I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly showing a black shiny thru lace bra. He didn’t notice, but he held his breath; I did. A black chair in the corner invited me to sit down, and I put one leg on the side of the chair. The lightning showed my shiny lips spreading, inviting.