I walk into your bedroom and immediately notice something you clearly didn’t mean for me to see. Your porn stash. I comment on it casually at first, almost amused… until I realize what you’ve actually been hiding in there.
Photos of me.
That’s when I start laughing. I tease you about how obvious you are, pointing out that of course you touch yourself to me. Probably all the time. I mock how you don’t have a real partner, how your hand does all the work, and how badly you wish I was actually yours instead of just a fantasy you sneak off with.
I make fun of how desperate it is, how you imagine finishing to my body, how you picture it landing on my curves in your head while I stand there calling you out for it. I tease how sad it is that all you can do is imagine instead of actually having me.
As you get closer, I start imitating you — exaggerating your breathing, mocking the sounds you make, even teasing the way you say my name when you lose control. I laugh through it, turning your moment into pure embarrassment, making it very clear how ridiculous you sound.
I end by shaking my head, amused and entertained, reminding you that this is as close as you’re ever getting.
I walk into your bedroom and immediately notice something you clearly didn’t mean for me to see. Your porn stash. I comment on it casually at first, almost amused… until I realize what you’ve actually been hiding in there.
Photos of me.
That’s when I start laughing. I tease you about how obvious you are, pointing out that of course you touch yourself to me. Probably all the time. I mock how you don’t have a real partner, how your hand does all the work, and how badly you wish I was actually yours instead of just a fantasy you sneak off with.
I make fun of how desperate it is, how you imagine finishing to my body, how you picture it landing on my curves in your head while I stand there calling you out for it. I tease how sad it is that all you can do is imagine instead of actually having me.
As you get closer, I start imitating you — exaggerating your breathing, mocking the sounds you make, even teasing the way you say my name when you lose control. I laugh through it, turning your moment into pure embarrassment, making it very clear how ridiculous you sound.
I end by shaking my head, amused and entertained, reminding you that this is as close as you’re ever getting.
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