There’s something so fucking thrilling about sliding my hand under your short skirt while we’re standing in a crowded elevator, squeezing your bare ass, or reaching up to pinch your nipple through your top when no one’s looking. You have to stay quiet. You have to keep a straight face while I play with what’s mine.
I’ll pull you close in a busy store, press my body against yours, and casually grope your tits like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I’ll slip my hand between your thighs under the table at dinner and rub your soaked pussy while you try to hold a conversation. I’ll slap your ass hard enough to make it jiggle when we’re walking down the street, knowing people might see.
You don’t get to stop me.
You don’t get to close your legs.
You just blush, bite your lip, and get wetter knowing anyone could catch us at any moment. You love being my public little toy. You love how risky it feels. You love how owned you feel when I casually use your body wherever and whenever I want.
The riskier, the better.Wear shorter skirts for me. Skip the panties when I tell you to. Be ready for my hands on you at any time.