@attentionundressed.bsky.socialHe was leering at me from across the room.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling naked beneath his gaze.
I could almost sense his fingertips boring into me, his tongue piercing me, then dragging heavily along my slit.
My sex dripped with its own offering.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialHe was calm and receptive as I tried to recover from the hitching sobs that arrived so quickly.
He ran his hands over my bare shoulders, whispering gentle words— watching intently as I stroked myself, working the force of my sobs into pleasure until it crested, relaxing me.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialI silently curse the niceties and social conventions that stop him from telling me exactly what he wants.
Loathe the thought of being branded improper if I lifted my dress, exposing myself to him, presuming he would innately understand what I was asking for.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialI don’t know how much space I occupy in his mind, if any at all, beyond our occasional encounters.
Those exchanges leave me warm, glowing for hours afterward.
I take them to bed with me, my hand drowning in my own heat.
His caution, his careful containment becoming maddening.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialSomething shifted in the atmosphere between us. It happened so quickly, I dare say, that there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
My body softened and my mind fell under. He could see it in my eyes—something begging.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialI began skipping over words, distracted.
His gaze drifted over me from across the room.
My breath caught on an inhale. All at once, I could feel the air on my skin, the shape of my body, the hunger it had carried far too long.
I didn’t know him, but I wanted to.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialHe didn’t like getting involved with people. He didn’t enjoy connecting with them or getting his hopes up.
But he liked watching me touch myself in front of him.
And when he finally gave in to me, he kissed my sex so lovingly, I could only imagine how deeply he must have been hurt.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialI called it intuition—what else could explain why I so willingly obeyed a man I’d never met? He’d held my gaze from across the room, then gestured for me to follow.
My body burned as I slipped through the crowd after him, wondering what, exactly, I was getting myself into.
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialWe were drunk on the night and the crisp mountain air.
Our large group separated and spilled into whichever tents had room, huddling beneath blankets while the fire outside burned low.
I can’t, for the life of me, remember who lay beside me, but... 🕯️
@attentionundressed.bsky.socialMy head rested over his heart, rising and falling with his breath, while my fingers idly threaded through the hair on his chest.
I whispered devotion into his sleep for some dreaming part of him to receive.
He slept sweetly, his arms around me as though holding me were instinct.
