I’m standing here, my heart pounding, as I pull my lace thong to the side, exposing just enough to tease. The wooden floor beneath my stilettos creaks softly, a reminder of the intimacy of this moment. I can feel the cool air on my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of my own desire. I’m not wearing any panties, and I want him to know it. I want him to feel the absence, to be reminded of my nakedness every time he reaches into his pocket. It’s a game we play, a secret between us, and I’m loving every second of it. The way my body responds to the thought of him knowing, of him being the only one who knows, sends a shiver down my spine. I’m his, and I want him to feel that power, that control, every time he touches the fabric that once covered me. It’s a reminder, a promise, and I’m here to deliver it.
