On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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I blinked, feeling a rush of warmth at his words, but also a wave of confusion. Blue? I glanced down at myself, noting the crisp white top and simple black shorts I was wearing. There wasn't a trace of blue in sight. My brow furrowed as I tried to piece together what he could possibly be referring to.
My mind retraced the steps from earlier, searching for any hint of blue in my day. I remembered my work attire—a modest cream blouse paired with navy slacks. But those were long discarded when I got home, quickly swapped for the more comfortable white top and shorts I now wore.
And then it struck me. The realization hit like a bolt of lightning, sending a flush of heat to my cheeks. Beneath the casual exterior, I was wearing a delicate blue lace bra and matching panties, something I’d almost forgotten in the rush of the day. My heart skipped a beat as the implications set in. He had noticed. He must have seen something—perhaps a stray strap or a glimpse of lace—something that gave it away.
My face burned with embarrassment, the color spreading from my cheeks down to my neck. The thought that he had looked at me like that, noticed something so intimate, sent my mind reeling. What did he think? Did he mean to comment on it, or was it an innocent observation? The ambiguity of it all made my pulse quicken, a blend of shyness and a strange, unfamiliar thrill mingling within me.
I quickly turned away, hoping to compose myself, but the flush of my skin and the rapid beat of my heart betrayed the effect his words had on me.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. The air was thick with anticipation as I finally asked, "How did you know that?"
His reply came swiftly, a message that made my heart skip a beat. "I know everything related to you, baby. Told you before, many times. I must say, you look so ravishing in blue. I swear, my favorite color from now on is blue. Though, I would love to see you without them—naked, under me, and in my bed—but for now, I’ll manage with what I have to look at."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, the raw intensity in them making my breath hitch. There was something thrilling about the way he spoke to me, with a confidence that left no room for doubt about what he wanted. I could feel my cheeks warming, but this time it wasn’t just from embarrassment—it was from a growing desire to push the boundaries of this teasing exchange.
Feeling bold, I typed back, "Are you sure you don’t want to see what’s beneath?"
His reply came almost instantly, and the seriousness in his words made my pulse quicken. "Would you show me, yourself, completely naked, only for my eyes?"
The challenge was laid out before me, and I could feel the tension between us escalate. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind racing with the possibilities. I knew what he was asking, what he wanted, and part of me wanted to give in—to let him see everything, to let him claim that part of me as his own. But there was another part of me, the one that enjoyed this game of power and control, that wanted to see just how far he would go.
