I Love Being Someones Fantasy
Letting You In
My door is closed, and shades are pulled. I am hidden alone in my private world, yet I know your eyes watch my every move. I have purposely teased you for a year but will never make eye contact with you. I can never let you know how aware I am of you. My neighbor, I see you in passing and we say hello. We have never shared more than a few words together, yet I know we both fantasize about the conversations our bodies would have. I walk around my home alone in my panties and tight top. I know my above windows allow you to peer from your balcony into my life. I purposely bend over at the waist to pick up dropped items. I love leaning over my counter and filling out a bill while bouncing my ass to the music. At times pulling out my tits and playing with myself for your enjoyment. Your cigarette breaks have become oh so long. I know you enjoy me because I have seen you rub your hardness over your pants. Then I leave the room only hoping you walk back inside and give me your load.
My door is closed, and shades are pulled. I am hidden alone in my private world, yet I know your eyes watch my every move. I have purposely teased you for a year but will never make eye contact with you. I can never let you know how aware I am of you. My neighbor, I see you in passing and we say hello. We have never shared more than a few words together, yet I know we both fantasize about the conversations our bodies would have. I walk around my home alone in my panties and tight top. I know my above windows allow you to peer from your balcony into my life. I purposely bend over at the waist to pick up dropped items. I love leaning over my counter and filling out a bill while bouncing my ass to the music. At times pulling out my tits and playing with myself for your enjoyment. Your cigarette breaks have become oh so long. I know you enjoy me because I have seen you rub your hardness over your pants. Then I leave the room only hoping you walk back inside and give me your load.
41-45, F
