The cool glass beneath my thighs sends a shiver up my spine. I’m perched on the edge of the table, my heart pounding with anticipation. The camouflage shorts hug my hips, a stark contrast to my bare chest. I lean forward, my elbows resting on my knees, as I stare at the text overlay. ‘If I go downstairs like this, there’s no turning back. He’s going to fuck me, you’re going to watch. Are you sure?’ The words echo in my mind, a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Are You Ready for the Public Display?
I glance at the sofa behind me, imagining the scene that’s about to unfold. The natural light filtering through the vertical blinds casts a warm glow on my skin. I can almost feel his hands on me, his breath on my neck. The thought sends a rush of heat through my body. I’m not just doing this for him; I’m doing it for me. The thrill of the unknown, the power of the moment. I take a deep breath, my fingers tracing the edge of the table. I’m ready. I’m sure.
What Lies Beyond the Door?
The question lingers in the air, a promise of what’s to come. I stand up, my legs slightly unsteady. The shorts feel tight, confining. I want to feel free, to let go of all inhibitions. I walk towards the door, each step echoing in the quiet room. The handle is cool under my palm. I pause, taking one last look at the room, at the life I’m about to leave behind, even if just for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, I turn the handle and step out, ready to face whatever awaits me downstairs.




Oh yes honey!!!!