I'm having a glass of and looking at my family photo album. I smile at the warm memories, my handsome step-son is looking more and more like his step-father every year. I hear the clock chime downstairs and I know he'll be home soon. I get into the tub, I'm in such a dirty mood and I hope the tub is going to cleanse me of my filthy thoughts. I shut the bathroom door, but then think twice, I open it. I'm playing a dangerous game with him, and I am feeling more and more brazen with every sip of
He doesn't know that I see him watch me through the keyhole, with the door ajar, he might have the courage to walk right in and see my body, naked, my porcelain skin glistens wet next to the candles I lit. He watches me, I cum for him, but this time I try to make more eye contact to encourage him to show himself to me. I'm tired of fantasizing and I want to touch him, I want to feel him inside of me. I want to show him the type of love that he'll never find with another woman, it'll be the ultimate experience for the both of us. He doesn't show himself, and I feel heavy with disappointment. I finish my glass of I'm still horny, I need him. I need to show him that he needs me.