The Mystery Lover (Patreon)

I hear the click of the door as he enters, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The room is dark, the air thick with expectation. I'm bent over the bed, my dress hiked up, exposing my most intimate places. I can feel his gaze on me, hot and heavy, as he takes in the sight. The anticipation is killing me, my body aching with need. I want him to touch me, to take me, to make me his for the night. I hear his footsteps as he approaches, and I brace myself, ready for the unknown pleasure that awaits.