I always clock it first. The way your eyes keep coming back to me between everything else you are pretending to watch. You think you are being subtle. You are not, and I like that you are not.
There is a type. The man who can hold any room on his own and still goes quiet the second I walk in. Confident everywhere else, careful here, with me. That is the one I notice. That is the one I keep noticing.
I do not need you to say a word. I read it in how you stand, in the half step your voice drops when I get close enough that you catch the heat off me after a session. Sweat, skin, the last of everything wearing off. You breathe it in and pretend you did not.
I like making you wait for the look back. Letting you sit in it. You want me to decide you are worth my attention, and the truth is I decided a while ago. I just enjoy watching you earn the moment I let you know.
Be good and keep your eyes where they already want to be. On me.
This is the side of me the whole world gets to see. The rest of me, unfiltered and a lot less patient, lives on OnlyFans and Fansly. Come find out how I am when I stop holding back.