I could only hold out for so long, baring myself to the world and never getting anything in return, gets tiring. Up on that pedestal, all eyes gazing at every crevice. Some times I want more then to just be a piece of art. After many of more classes and new and old faces passing bye each time. But always the same remained, his.
Every day I’d check and always the foot prints by my window remain. Moving from window to window, around my bedroom but always my bedroom never any other room in my house. So I know the perve is watching me sleep and probably even getting pleasure from it also. If any one is going to get pleasure from me, I’ll be in charge of who and what is happening. My plan in motion and knowing he comes to my house every night, I leave my front door to my house cracked just a bit. Hoping he would take the bait, of course he did. Hearing his little foot steps through my house made me almost want to laugh.
Hearing my bedroom door open I knew he was in for a surprise. When his eyes landed on me, I was laid back in my bed completely naked with my thighs ever so slightly spread a part. And of course no underwear. He froze out of panic which finally had the laugh I’d been holding back come out in full strength. Keeping his gaze I say “Well don’t just stand there, be a man and come claim what you want”.