That day you push your doubts to the back of your head and finally decide to take the step of coming over. That step.
That day you ring at my door, I open, and even though you’re shaking, you smile and greet me – like strangers who have their first encounter. That encounter.
That day you put on your sexiest outfit for a man – a man you barely know in reality, but a man who has the power and influence no other man has ever had on you. That man.
That day you feel sexy like never before, where you feel like a prey. You feel like your sexuality has taken over you and it’s all that matters. The excitement of being his center of attention. That excitement.
That day where silence isn’t inconvenient, where actions speak louder than words, and where your inner slut breaks free at last just for him. Because he makes you feel like a whore. Because you want to feel like a whore - for him. Because you want to impress him. Because you have been waiting too long for this. That day.
Originally lost the appeal on this so reposting 🤷🏻♂️.
