The morning light floods into your bedroom, you shift in the covers and stretch, making little sounds as you do. A contented sigh bursts from your lips. You groan slightly, then step out of bed and walk past its end to stand in front of your mirror.
Looking at your reflection, you consider yourself for a moment. You lift your tank top and stand there looking at your creamy tummy. You purse your lips, all the while I look over at you from the bed. You begin to look over the rest of your body. Your eye’s travel up and down your curves.
My view is double, as I can see you from behind and also your reflection in the mirror. I stare at your luscious hips, and a shiver passes through me. I feel my breath catch for a moment as you bend over slightly to inspect some feature a little closer. Your gorgeous arse pokes towards me, and your reflection’s cleavage plunges into the darkness of your top.
You smile over at me for a moment then go back to your assessment. Perhaps not realising what effect your little inspection has had on me, or perhaps you do, and this is just part of the game.
Quietly I rise from the covers and on the bed still, shuffle towards you on my knees. The air is cool on my bare chest, and there is the begging’s of a bulge in my boxers. I get closer to you, and something finally alerts you to my proximity.
You look up as I lunge towards you. My arms encircle you, and you make a small squeak as I pull you off your feet and lay you back on the bed. You giggle once nervously, as I lie beside you now, and you look into my eyes.
Do you see the hunger in them? Do you see the evil plans I have for you? To do to you?
Before you have a chance to say anything I lift your top away from your smooth alabaster tummy, and move me head so it is now hooked under your top. I lower my head to the sea of cream coloured skin.
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