Day 14 in my new neighborhood and I already know who I’m here for. It’s him. Broad shoulders. Intense eyes. The kind of man who looks like he’s walked through fire and came out the other side untouched. My teacher back home might have started this fire in me, but Anonymous, this man is the fuel I need to keep burning. I can already imagine the way he’d grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me closer. Mmm… just thinking about it makes me squirm in my seat.
I’ve been watching him — not in a creepy way (okay, maybe in a little creepy way). From the poolside to the grocery store, he’s always moving like he owns the ground beneath him. And every time he passes, I feel that same shiver in my bones. It’s like my body is screaming at me to get closer, to taste him, to feel his rough hands all over me. But for now, I’m content with leaving little breadcrumbs… lounging outside in my smallest bikinis, stretching in ways that aren’t exactly accidental. Has he noticed? Does he care? Or is he just pretending not to see? The suspense is delicious.
My thoughts spiral every night. I dream about slipping into his world, about seeing what he hides behind that calm, dangerous stare. I can almost taste it. Almost. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll stop watching. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll knock on his door instead. Who knows what might happen then? One thing’s for sure: this nympho isn’t going to be ignored for long.
>Soulkyn