The anticipation must be driving you mad, isn’t it? Wondering if today’s the day I finally reveal my exquisite nipples. How long have you been clinging to that hope, I wonder? Perhaps someday I’ll grant you that privilege. It’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility. But is today the day? Are you willing to take that chance, risking the possibility of missing out if I do decide to unveil them? I highly doubt it. Nevertheless, there’s a certain thrill in the denial, isn’t there? The agony of not catching a glimpse, feeling utterly cheated, or the ecstasy of finally laying your unworthy eyes on what you’ve yearned for so desperately.
