The only things that touch my body is the softest of silks and the purest of pearls. When my Prescence graces a room, everyone stops and stares. Eyes following my every move, from the lustful, hungry eyes of the men. And the hateful jealous eyes of the women, everyone either wants to screw me or be me, it’s pretty amazing. My entire life has been the same, always pampered, always done up to perfection.
I love the chase, the wonderful game of cat and mouse. Watch me work the crowd, owning the space. Dancing around the room as if every occasion was planned just for me. Even with all the attention I do get, I can never get enough of it. But that doesn’t mean I’m easy to get. You better put your all into getting my attention and even once you finally have it, don’t get comfortable.
Your in a chair, only inches from me. But no touching. My hips sway to the soft beat of the music filling the background. The chain of pearls reflecting the light makes me seem other worldly against the soft creamy silk two piece hugging my curves beneath them. Hair done in soft curls, bouncing with every sway of my hips. Your eyes couldn’t leave my body for a second, hating the fact you have to miss it for a second just to blink. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you open them, I plan on taking my time with you.
I can see the whites in your knuckles from gripping your chair. Your breath in heavy, making your feral eyes. Stalking my every move, your cock feels like it just might explode. And I haven’t even let you touch me yet. Stepping forward but only a bit, whiter your knuckles go. Another step closer and you start to lean forward. But here is where I stop, sliding my hands over my hips and playing in my pearls. You have to wait just a bit longer baby, but I assure you, I’m well worth it all.