I walk in and you are there, waiting for me. Watching me. Your eyes command me to sit opposite you.
I take my seat and bring my feet up onto the coffee table. You admire my shoes — long spiked metal heels, shiny PVC uppers. I let my knees fall open. I am wearing nothing but knee high black stockings and a long gown that is wide open. Nothing is hidden from your gaze.
Your eyes jump from my heels to my pussy. I know what you want. I reach down for my foot, bend my leg in until my shoe presses against my pussy, my lips almost as dark as my heels. The PVC rubs against my clit. I am already wet. I want what you want. My thoughts are your thoughts. I was wet before I entered the room…
You want a bad girl, and I am a very bad girl. I look at you and slip off my shoe. Our eyes lock as I slip my heel inside my mouth. I suck on it, long, slow, sensual. You watch me and you breathe deeper. I take off my stocking, hold my foot, bend it to me. I am flexible, and you like that. I use my heel and press it against my pussy, spreading my lips around it, opening myself for you to see.
My hand reaches for my shoe, guiding the tip of the heel to my pussy. I press it hard against my clit, push it around my nub, make it slip and slide beneath. I can hear your breathing. I am so wet, my pussy glistens, my heel shines under the light. It slips easily inside my hole.
I fuck my pussy with my heel, watching you. You do not look up at my face, you are mesmerized by my pussy play. I tip my head back and close my eyes, lost in my own sexual satisfaction.
I fuck myself with my heel, tipping it so that I can rub it against my clit as I push it in and out of my hole. My juices collect beneath my hole, trickle over my ass.
I want more. I want something thicker and put my shoe aside to push my fingers inside, using them to spread my cream all over my pussy. I take my time, enjoy myself, enjoy the spell I have over you.
Nothing is said, I know everything you want, everything you need. I am everything you need. I have all that you desire here between my legs. My pussy. Wet, wide open. Shining with my moisture.
You want more. I will give it to you gladly. Up I stand, turning around, my gown falling over my hip. You want me to be a bad girl. I am a very bad girl.
I take a finger and reach around, pushing it into my pussy, getting it wet, then gliding it up to my ass. I fuck my ass slowly like this, without looking at you. I know you want to come to me. But you won’t move. You will sit there and watch, saying nothing. I am free to do as I please. Only I can touch. You are an observer, nothing more.
I am ready to cum, you do not matter to me anymore. My fingers work hard on my clit, my lips are wide open. I cum, eyes tightly shut, biting my lip. I cum silently. It is for me, not you.
When I am done, I give you my last gift, something for you to take away with you in your memory. I let loose a flood, onto the couch, onto the floor, my legs open. It trickles down over my asshole. I lie back and stare at you as you stand and leave. You do not look back but I know you will. When you are alone, you will look again and again.
Thanks to Marie, who wrote this but was too shy to publish…
