Added 2022-02-18 19:41:40 +0000 UTC
I've been sitting here trying to think up a microfiction but inspiration is just not hitting me today, so I'll try some descriptive text instead: The thong is velvet and an absolute tease, this texture between my cheeks. It looks dangerously like something it's not (all is still covered, friends), and the satin straps dig into the curve of my hip. I lean over the railing, dangerously, my ribs standing out against skin as I stretch backward, pressing my chest forward at you. Some shots from behind sitting on the stairs, more of my bum and these incredibly high platform red heels. The way there's a dip in my back for the line of my spine, dimples in my skin at my pelvis and shoulderblades. Close ups of my hands pulling at the strap of my thong, my fingers dipping into the pages of a book- a sensuous reminder of what's underneath the pages.
