He's Watching Me - An Erotic Short Story
Do you ever get that feeling that someone is watching you? Not stalker/Law & Order: SVU vibes, but being surveyed, observed, consumed, desired? I always have that feeling; the air shifts, and I feel a tickle up and down my spine. EARLIER TODAY: XXX and I spent the whole day together. Our perfectly curated day began with us hitting the gym, eating everything on our plates at Waffle House, sharing a sensual hot shower, and having a carb-induced nap in his king-size bed. Two hours later, I feel faint tickles on my lower back. I wake up to forehead kisses from XXX, and I smile. He is stroking my cheeks and moving my dreadlocks out of my face. I open my eyes to see his beautiful face: full and pronounced lips, an intense civil rights nose, and smooth, dark olive-brown skin. His big almond-shaped brown eyes are sweet and kind, surrounded by perfectly shaped eyebrows and long eyelashes. I’m so jealous of his eyes. Do you know how much Mary Kay eye cream, serums, eyebrow maintenance, and ...