I was on the bed in red silk, garter belt clipped to sheer stockings, glasses on, braces catching the light. I rolled onto my stomach, propped myself up, and started telling you exactly what I wanted to do to you. My hands first. Wrapping my fingers around your cock, feeling it throb against my palm. The way it twitches when I squeeze, when I trace my fingertips along the underside, when I slow down just enough to make you ache for more. I described every detail because I wanted you hard before my feet ever touched you. Then I flipped onto my back and put my stockinged feet right in…