The lighting in the room is soft, casting a warm glow on her body as she lies there, legs crossed at the ankles, stretching across the floor. The pink dress she’s wearing hugs her curves, the deep V-neckline revealing more than it conceals. She’s got on those high-heeled sandals, the ones with the decorative straps that always catch my eye. And there, in the corner, is that bird figurine, a silent witness to her plans.
Her Plans for the Party
She’s got that look on her face, the one that tells me she’s already made up her mind. ‘I plan on having sex with people at the party… just so you know,’ the text reads, pink and bold against the background. It’s a statement, not a question, and it hangs in the air like a challenge. I can almost hear her voice, smooth and confident, as she says it. The fireplace crackles behind her, adding to the tension, the anticipation of what’s to come.
My Heart Pounding
But it’s not just the words that get to me. It’s the way she’s posed, so casual yet so deliberate. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing, how she’s affecting me. The room is ornate, tiled floors and all, but it’s her that draws the eye. Her, and the promise of what’s to come. I can feel my heart pounding, a mix of excitement and dread. She’s going to do it, and there’s nothing I can do but watch, and wait, and wonder.






