I Watch Her Sip Wine in Her Leather Costume, Knowing I’m Not Enough

I sit here, watching her sip that wine, her leather costume hugging every curve. She’s got one leg kicked out, the other tucked under, showing off those stockings. The room’s dim, just a soft light from somewhere, and the window’s dark, night’s already fallen. She’s got that mask on, cat ears peeking out, and I can’t see her face, but I know she’s smirking. She knows I’m watching, knows I’m not enough for her. And that’s what kills me, that she can just sit there, so fucking confident, while I’m over here, a pathetic cuck, watching her enjoy her wine. She’s got that glass in her hand, swirling it, taking her time, savoring every fucking drop. And I’m here, just a shadow in the corner, wishing I could be the one making her smile like that. But I’m not. I’m just the guy who watches, who waits, who knows he’ll never be enough.

Rustic Room, Leather Fantasy

The room’s got that rustic vibe, all wood and warmth, but it’s cold to me. She’s the only thing warm in here, and she’s so fucking far away. The stool she’s on, it’s tall, makes her legs look even longer, and those stockings, they’re black, just like her dress. It’s strapless, shows off her shoulders, her arms, and fuck, her legs. She’s got them crossed, one foot dangling, the other tucked under, and I can see the curve of her thigh, the hint of her ass. She’s teasing me, I know it, but I can’t look away. The glass in her hand, it’s dark, probably red, and she’s taking her time, sipping it slow, making me wait. She knows I’m watching, knows I’m hard just from looking at her. And that’s what she wants, isn’t it? To know she’s got power, that she can make me ache just by sitting there, sipping her fucking wine.

Her Leather, My Humiliation

She’s got that mask on, cat ears perked up, and it’s fucking hot, but it’s also a reminder. A reminder that she’s playing a role, that this is all a game to her. And I’m just the pawn, the cuck who watches, who waits, who knows he’ll never be enough. She’s got that glass in her hand, and she’s swirling it, watching the liquid move, and I’m watching her, watching the way her lips part, the way her tongue darts out to lick them. She’s teasing me, and she knows it. She knows I’m hard, knows I’m aching, and she’s just sitting there, sipping her wine, enjoying her fucking power. And I’m here, just a shadow, just a cuck, watching her, wanting her, knowing I’ll never have her. Not like this, not when she’s like this. She’s a fucking goddess, and I’m just a man, a pathetic man, watching her from the shadows, knowing I’ll never be enough. But I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching, can’t stop wanting. She’s got that glass in her hand, and she’s sipping it slow, savoring every fucking drop, and I’m here, just a cuck, just a shadow, just a man who knows he’ll never be enough. But I watch, and I wait, and I ache, because that’s all I can do. That’s all I am. Just a cuck, just a shadow, just a man who watches, who waits, who knows he’ll never be enough.