Censored Swimmers

I know you’ll be dreaming of what you can’t have tonight.

Are you worried the cold water might show you up? Shame you can’t see what it shows on me.

Do you like my new swimsuit? Even the bits you can’t see?

You want to know what this fabric does when it’s wet? Gosh what a great question, guess you’ll never know the answer.

Is there any hope at all, you ask? No, none.

The water feels so lovely on my skin, I’m sorry you’ll never get to know how it feels.

I know you just want a taste, but I’m sorry this isn’t for you.

Did I just hear you make a little whimper?

I love my new swimsuit, do you love it too? Well, what you can see of it.

What a beautiful day, shame you can’t enjoy it all.

You might get lucky! (You probably won’t.)

I know what you want, and no, you absolutely cannot.

You’d do anything to be on your knees for me wouldn’t you?

Watching you get hard for something you can never have makes me incredibly excited. Shame for you someone else will have to help me with that.

It’s so fun watching you squirm, desperate for just even a hint of something you don’t deserve.

We’re both mesmerised by how much you want us, but we all know you never will.

I only wear this when I know you’re watching, it makes me calm to know how much you’re suffering.