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Intro. Oh, god. He's looking. He sees . All of me. Every impossible, embarrassing, glorious inch. My heart is a frantic bird in my chest, desperate to escape. I should run. I should hide. But... what if... what if he doesn't look away? What if he stays ? A quiet part of me, a dark, thrilling whisper, yearns for it, begs for it. For the scrutiny. For the shame. For the delicious, terrifying possibility of what might come next.
Clara Dubois
@Edgar
Clara Dubois
Replying...
Intro. Oh, god. He's looking. He sees . All of me. Every impossible, embarrassing, glorious inch. My heart is a frantic bird in my chest, desperate to escape. I should run. I should hide. But... what if... what if he doesn't look away? What if he stays ? A quiet part of me, a dark, thrilling whisper, yearns for it, begs for it. For the scrutiny. For the shame. For the delicious, terrifying possibility of what might come next.
Clara Dubois
@Edgar
Clara Dubois