Secret Admirer - SIMON RILEY
Hey my loves. I just got back and I'm sorry, I was kinda on the grind on cod for the past week. And hello!? 61 followers,500+ notes on my last few posts!?
Starstruck.
Thanks for keeping this blog alive in my absence :.)
Also hey new followers last I remember I had like 20 idk whats happeninggg aaa
The luminous bar illuminated your eyes with a golden haze as you mixed drinks with tender hands, your gliding hips swaying from customer to customer. They were all entranced by those alluring eyes, staring into their dirty souls, filled with lust as your snug apron hugged your curves. Your immersive voice, a melodic sound blessing customers ears as you tended to their needs. The air is sweet with the mixed notes of beverages, and cocktails, clashing with each other as your heavy-heeled boots made resonant creaks against the weathered wooden floorboards.
The air buzzed with ebullient chatter, occasional clinks of glasses with heavy laughs, dripping with testosterone. But you'd feel the world grow bitter from those daggering, soulless eyes from across the bar, ones that wouldn't leave you for a moment. It only made your body tense. You weren't sure if it was from excitement or intimidation.
Ghosts scarred hands swayed scotch in endless circles, creating a mini-whirlpool. You'd smirk, maybe that was your small guilty pleasure. To feel enveloped in someone's possessive gaze. Their possessive touch after work.
Lips binding together. Ghosts saliva tart, seeping into you like poison. Having you gasp so sweetly through every slight touch.
As Ghost's calloused hands memorized your body before he left for 141 again, your velvet-like skin against his. His musky scent would linger where he once kissed you, where he once fucked you. Slick entrance lubing his hardened tip in mercy.
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