You watch, I stroke

Description: You always come running the second you see me in the pose, your favorite view, isn’t it? the way i stretch, feet arched above my head, giving you a perfect glimpse from behind, i know exactly what it does to you. you want to touch, to give in, to lose yourself while you watch me move, but no, you don't get to touch, i do. i’m the one in control here. i’ll tease you, slowly, deliberately, letting the tension build as you hang on every second, throbbing in my hand. when i finally decide you’ve earned it, i’ll count you down and make that moment hit even harder