What if I just sat here ignoring you, just rubbing my pantyhose legs together to make that noise that makes you throb..
But then I stop; What do you think? That silence between rubs or when I stop the fabric-on-fabric symphony is deafening.

How perfectly toned my legs are, who could’ve thought something so innocent could be so sexual?
That a mere piece of fabric is capable of enchanting and bringing one to their knees.

Do you ever ask for permission, or direction? Or do you just try to navigate pleasure yourself?
If you’re willing and able to take direction, yo... Show more