#lilithjones

Wouldn't you want to see what is behind the wall? Come check out my coffee, baby.

I picked it out just for you — tight in all the right places, soft where it counts. One look, and you froze… Didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. Your eyes told me everything.

So I leaned in close, brushed my lips by your ear, and whispered:

“Be a good boy and unzip me later.”

I slipped under the covers, the room still warm from your last message… My skin still tingling from the thought of you. And I couldn’t help but imagine… What if you were here? Would you wrap your arms around me? Whisper those sleepy secrets you only say in the dark?

I’m wearing just enough to keep your imagination busy. But not enough to behave. So close your eyes and picture me beside you… Lips brushing your ear, whispering:

“Sweet dreams, baby. But if you wake up thinking of me… I won’t mind.”

“You’re staring again… but I’m not telling you to stop.” 😏 I slipped into this set just before golden hour… hoping you’d notice. You always say black lace is your weakness. And I love being the reason you lose focus.

So I leaned on the bedframe, let the sun warm my skin, and imagined your hands doing the same. I wonder… If I whispered your name while adjusting the straps, would you come closer? Would you finally give in — or just keep watching like a good boy?