I don’t get it.
Why are you reading this?
Alright, alright, I will indulge you just this once, in the hope that you will leave me alone when you realize that there really is no story to tell.
For you and your stubborn insistence, I will pretend there is, for just a moment. I will close my curtains and dim the lights to shroud my room in a sensual darkness.
The computer monitor now provides most of the lighting, brightening my face and well, not much else with this sweater that goes up to my chin.
For the kind of story you want, the kind that this definitely isn’t, I prefer to wear a short summer dress. So that’s what I’ll put on.
If this was a video, or a collection of pictures, you could’ve seen me take this sweater off. You could see the sexy black bra edged with lace I wore underneath. And when I took off my trousers, you would’ve seen the matching black thongs I wore under those. But this isn’t a video, it isn’t even a real story.
If you wanted to see a pretty young woman in her underwear, there are sites for that.
But you stayed here instead. So I put on this dress for you. It’s yellow with flowers around the hem. Quite cute, if only you’d be able to see it. The light of my monitor now reflects on a lot more bare skin as the top of my breasts are exposed. Hidden underneath my desk my legs are bared, the short dress leaves most of my thighs uncovered.
Is that what you wanted to read then?
I’ll admit, it makes for a nice visual. But it’s not really a story, is it? It’s just me, sitting here, nothing happening.
Nothing is going to happen. I hope you understand that.
Did this satisfy you then? Are you going to leave now?
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