Tasha - Continued... (Patreon)

I could feel the energy in the room change the moment I shifted round on the bed.A second ago I’d been stretching into the light, letting it pour over my tattoos and that loud yellow lace. Now I’m turned toward you, spine arched, hair falling down my side, one hand resting on my thigh while the other finds its way to my lips.

I know exactly what I’m doing.

I hold the look just a little too long, teeth catching my fingertip, eyes half-smiling as if I’ve just thought of something I’m not quite ready to say out loud. The straps are a little skewed, the lace a little mischievous, but I leave them that way on purpose — it feels more real, more me.

Moroi keeps shooting, but in that moment it doesn’t feel like I’m posing for a camera at all.It feels like I’m teasing whoever’s on the other side of the lens, inviting them to wonder what my next move might be… and then stopping just short of giving it away.