She watched him, part of her culpable pleasure, the one part of her wanting to bind and blind him, and have her way with him and his flesh.
She watched him, part of her sexual fantasies, the one part of her that conjured up fantasies of him, moaning, panting, screaming for her...his gaze running over her body as his hands would follow.
She watched him, part of her plan, the one were she would quietly seduce him. She knew that seducing him though, would not only require apt and accurate computations of being alone and no one interrupting the little session. Especially not him...her ex...
She was pure and just, but constantly at night she had to please herself to stop herself from sneaking into his bedroom at night, blinding him as in her fantasy, his moans echoing in her head, his large member filling her completely.
' Take me all,' his throatily moans commanded her, and she obediently obeyed his every wish.
She knew this mental battle, whenever she looked at him, it tore through her brain. And every time she would quickly excuse herself, restraining herself from going back and pushing him to the floor-resisted having her way with him. All it took was one little whispered, one little word, one touch, and it set her body on fire. Her thoughts once virtuous and studious, but were now filled with only thoughts of pushing him up against the showers, his thick, thick, and slick member pressing against her stomach impatiently. And she laughed, taking him in her hand, and gently beginning to pump him, his hips thrusting upward with every complete movement on her hand.
She sighed dejectedly, excused herself again, and went into her room. She locked it, and tied the black cloth over her mouth. Hopefully, she could be much more quiet tonight.