

You like to look at me, I know it. I feel it in each of your silences, in the way your gaze roams my naked body as I write. You don't talk, you just watch, and that excites me more than you could ever imagine. My fingers glide across the keys with a leisurely rhythm, while I know you follow every movement, every breath, every little shudder.
Do you like what you see? The sound of the letters flowing, my skin bristling at the feel of you so close, but not touching me. Writing like this, exposed to your desire, is my favorite game. Every word that is born here, in front of you, is impregnated with this tension, with the idea of being yours in imagination. Because even if you only look at me, your gaze already possesses me.😈