Glaze

(MATURE 18+) And there she stood, naked, as she leaned forward over a marble top counter, popping a silver spoon into her mouth. My silver gaze, intense and wild, roamed her body with pure intentions to study every inch.

And I would've, hadn't I been so far from her, cloaked behind the trees in the night. What the fuck am I doing? I thought, frustratingly running my fingers through my hair. Spying on some woman I didn't know like a fucking pervert?

My eyes darted back up to the woman inside her broadcasted home who flipped the page of her book while unknowingly playing with her feet. It wasn't wrong for me to do what she was doing, no, but it was certainly wrong for her to do what she was doing.

The woman thought no one was watching her through her many collosal windows, nor did she think anyone was around for miles upon miles deep in the rainforest. I laid my palm against the dark trunk of a tree, my sweats tight from the growth that pressed against it. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes but only seeing the smooth brown skin and curves of the woman yards away from me.

How was I so easily affected by a woman I didn't know, sensually naked and doing nothing.

Those women often got mad when they realized I wasn't turned on by them and so often I would be upset with myself because I couldn't get aroused enough to fuck them. I thought I had serious issues, and for a person of my color, that's embarrassing as fuck.

But she, she was different. I knew because right now my balls were painfully tight. A chuckle slipped passed my lips, of all times I could've been aroused yet I am now? While on a investigative mission in search of my client's friend?

My dick's a dick for sure.

With that, I left. Deciding I would meet the woman of my dick's dreams tomorrow and question the only mind within acres of this place.

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