Nobody said a thing to address it, nobody was worried about getting seen even if the act was supposed to be done cryptically

This type of relationship also exists in the city, we performatively tried to hide but simultaneously wished to be found out, to be recognized...

Though I have no right to tell you what to do, it'd just be great... if you command me to get closer to your beautiful face and let you hear my breathing more closely... if that could mark as a gentle reminder of your authority over me...

I'm so vulnerable at this state, yet if you might rather further embarrass me and never allow me to stand up again with your whisper as you are standing condescendingly next to me, in a mall, on the street, in a museum: do it, becoz it's your right—a total control over me

But if you do do this, in all of sudden. I may need to sit down for a while, coz I might get a little hard thanks to your spoiling

Good or bad, tell me. Objectify me.

And sniff me. Anywhere. And tell me if I sweat a lot, or my shampoo and bodywash work. Shame me. Invade me socially. Like what one would do to their pet. Judge me, but never yourself. It's your right to do so, should you feel bad when testing out a sample in a perfume or sage shop.

I hope that when you do this, you can feel a subtle glimmer of obedience sparling from my eyes. Just want you to confirm your total control over me, at any time.

No need for words. Enjoy the rowdy silence.

I'd know how well I'm used by and serving you by you react down there, whether it's smooth or protruding, they both tell a story ther via quiver and expansion. Thank you for choosing me.

Fuck, just do whatever you want, your action is my consent.

Feeling each other's desire in the warmth, in the pressure, and in the air flow, and how we are appreciating our souls being carried in such sensitive bodies for the former to be soothingly and mutually nutured?

Could I hear you breathe heavily to your fantasy over me, up close? Could you educate me with your specific imaginations

Could you hear mine as well? Could you feel the heat in the air, and recognize the state of waiting is also so ludicrously lecherous?

This opportunity is always present, say when we go out tgt, and I say you're dominant—it's more than just praises, it's a demand, it's an act of beggary and hunger. I just hope I could tempt you as well.

"As long as it doesn't hurt" isn't even an exclusion here. Hurt me, as long as it pleases you.