Do you want to watch me?
Can you imagine yourself here with me, in this hotel, in this room?
I can.
You are there in the shadows over by the door watching me. I can feel your eyes on me as I slip off my panties and settle down in the chair. My hand slides down between my legs, my fingers delve into the soft folds of my cunt. I am already wet. As I spread my legs I am sure I can hear a little gasp as you catch your breath at the sight of me. My fingers press harder into my flesh, finding just the right spot. I push my legs a little wider just to make sure you can see me properly. My wetness coats my fingers tips, everything is hot and slick to the touch. I can smell myself, that unique scent of my arousal climbs up from between my legs. Maybe you should come closer and then you could smell me too.
I rest my head back against the chair and close my eyes so I can see you better.
Oh yes, I can imagine you watching me.
Can you?
7 comments
I love this photo of you, Molly. So soft and intimate. It invites watching, in a waiting and wanting sort of way. Your prose is the perfect complement to your pose. Lovely. <3
Ultimate fantasy beautifully presented. Something so breathtakingly sexy about watching every movement every sound. Every tensed muscle from gentle first contact to purposeful bucking and writhing . Mouth is dry and breath is quick at the very thought x
I’m not a voyeur AT ALL but I love this image – and the one you’ve painted with your words too. After that, I don’t think any of us can help BUT watch.
Yes.
I love imagining both sides of this scenario. Oh, and what a wonderful image of you to inspire those thoughts.
My gosh. Such tempting words for such a gorgeous photo. I want to watch
ny time you want me to watch I will be there dear Molly 😉 x