She is Asking for it, Isn’t She?

She looks delicious in those shorts and crop top, her milky white skin glistening in the moonlight makes her seem like an angel. Every inch of her exposed skin is asking me to touch and play with her. One look at her clothes and anyone can tell that she is asking for it. 

The fact that she is walking in the streets alone after nine is the perfect proof of her desire and it is my duty to give her what she desires. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?

Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada

I advance towards her slowly, moving stealthily in the shadows. I have to pounce on her and take her by surprise, just like how they show in the movies. ​

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