Om mig

I enjoy feeling their eyes on me, the tension building as I slowly trace my fingers down my neck or let my lips part slightly. I don't need to show too much; I prefer to hint, to provoke with small gestures, with a closeness that quickens their breath. I have a mischievous side that awakens when I sense desire in the air… and then I cease to be merely tender and become a temptation to be savored slowly.