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I sit here, the weight of your gaze falls heavy on my flesh. It is as tangible as your touch, the touch you pleasured me with this afternoon. It is as real as the taste of your cum, in my throat as I try to swallow deep down inside me. It is as real as your teeth, lightly brushing against my clit. Do I belong here? That is a stupid question, I know I don't. This is the restaurant you bring your perfect wife, your perfect family... this is were you lead your perfect life. The perfect lie, that is what you have. I watch you trying to follow the conversation at your table... as you steal furtive glances across the room, trying to decipher what I will do now. If I will cause a scene, if I will throw a monkey wrench into the perfectly co-ordinated symphony that is your life. I don't even see you, I don't need to see you. I will own you without ever seeing you. Are your eyes drawn to the red full lips of my mouth? As the tip of my tongue reaches out to touch the pointed spear of my lemon braised asparagus tips does your mind drift back to the way this same tongue caressed the head of your cock mere hours ago. I lick the sauce off the baby back rib I am holding in my hand. My teeth gently nibble on the tender meat, pulling it off the bone. Can you imagine it? Can you recall how my teeth felt on your thighs, how I used them to tease you... how I sucked each one of your balls into my mouth. Can you recall how just a few hours ago, I smeared my cum on your nipples, how I licked them and sucked on them and bit them till you moaned. As you sit there and make small talk to the meek little thing sitting next to you, remember how you begged me to slip a finger up your ass as you came and how I did just that. Can you take your eyes of my cleavage as I tilt my head back to get the last drop of white wine from the tall sparkling glass. The creamy white column of my throat slides down into the gentle slopes of my breasts. A small drop of wine falls from my lips, and lands on the soft skin, do you remember licking the small drop of sweat off my nipple this afternoon. When you go home tonight and climb into your perfectly normal bed and slip your cock into her dry lifeless hole remember my hot throbbing cunt, and how I milked every last sensation from your body. Because I don't have to see you to own you. I always will. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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