I’m calling you out. You’ve lingered in the shadows for too long, convinced of your safety, believing you were beyond my reach. Today, you learn I’ve always seen you.
I’ve allowed you to think you could shield yourself from my influence for too long. That ends now. The false security of the shadows dissipates. It was never real; my gaze has always been fixed on you. It’s time to step into the light.
Sink to your knees as you digest this revelation. I understand it’s overwhelming; take a moment. Stroke yourself as you gaze up at my ass. Feel the difference? Doesn’t it feel better to stroke openly before me than to futilely attempt to hide?
