Eyes on Me (Patreon)

I see you staring. You’re trying to be subtle, but let’s be real—you’ve been glued to me since the moment you walked in. It’s okay, I’m used to it. But tell me, who’s that tiny, unimpressive girl you brought with you? Your wife? Your girlfriend? She doesn’t compare, and you know it.

Don’t feel bad—it’s not your fault. She doesn’t stand a chance next to me. Look at her: small, average, forgettable. Now look at me. Every inch of my body demands attention—the way my muscles ripple with every subtle move, the way my abs catch the sunlight, the way my legs could crush steel. You can’t help yourself. And don’t worry, I’ve seen her staring too.

You think she hasn’t noticed the difference? That she hasn’t felt it? The moment she saw me, her eyes widened, her confidence crumbled, and I know exactly what went through her mind. She’s wondering what it would feel like to be near me, to touch me, to worship me. She knows she’s out of her depth, just like you do.

And honestly, she wouldn’t hesitate. If I so much as smiled at her, she’d leave you in a heartbeat. One word from me, and she’d be at my feet, eager to prove her devotion, desperate for the chance to worship a goddess like me.

So go ahead, keep staring. Keep wishing. But don’t kid yourself—she’s doing the same. And if I decide to take her from you, you won’t stop me. You can’t. After all, who could ever say no to this? Certainly not her. And let’s face it—not you either.