You Watch, I Stroke

You always come running the second you see Me in The Pose, your favorite view, isn’t it? The way I stretch, feet arched above My head, giving you a perfect glimpse from behind, I know exactly what it does to you. You want to touch, to give in, to lose yourself while you watch Me move, but no, you don't get to touch, I do. I’m the one in control here. I’ll tease you, slowly, deliberately, letting the tension build as you hang on every second, throbbing in My hand. When I finally decide you’ve earned it, I’ll count you down and make that moment hit even harder