My hijab stays tight while my legs open wide. Sometimes I keep my hijab tight around me while my legs stay open wide on my bed. My anklet moves higher on my leg when I bend my knee, and it makes me feel like I belong to someone even when no one’s here. I think about being looked at like this, hijab on, legs wide, showing how soft I can be. I slide my fingers between my thighs and feel how wet I already am. My breath changes when I imagine someone telling me not to close my legs. I leave my legs open longer than I should because I like how wet it feels between my thighs when I am open wide insi… Baca lagi

Wetness hides under my hijab. Sometimes I imagine wetness spreading under my hijab, until my lips open, spilling sounds I can’t hold back. I stay wrapped, but my body wants more. My thighs keep moving, trying to hold the wetness in. My anklet moves higher, like it knows how open I feel. It makes me breathe harder, like I can’t hold it all in. I love knowing I can be this wet and still hidden. I write because it’s how I let someone near what wetness hides under my hijab.… Baca lagi

My thighs don’t stay closed for long. Sometimes I try to keep my thighs held close together under my hijab. But they start to open on their own when I sit too long. My anklet feels tighter when my legs spread, like it’s holding me back. I keep thinking how it would feel if a man watched my skin showing through the folds. I like feeling air finds the warmth between my thighs. It makes me wet, even when I am not trying to be. I don’t tell anyone how often I sit like this, legs open, waiting for nothing but my own breath. My hijab hides everything except how my thighs keep moving. I write these t… Baca lagi

My anklet moves closer when I am wet. After my shower, I sit on the floor with my legs open enough for drops find their way between my thighs. My hijab stays folded next to me, untouched. My anklet slides up my wet skin when I turn my foot. Sometimes I rub water into my thighs instead of covering my wet skin. It feels like I am touching myself for someone else to watch. I wonder how a man would look at me, dripping, legs spread, hijab still waiting to go on. My heels stay close by, and I keep thinking how different they’d sound if I wore them while wet. Loneliness feels deeper after a shower.… Baca lagi

Loneliness opens my legs. I don't always say how loneliness comes into my bed at night. I keep my hijab on and sit with my knees close, but my legs stay apart when my thoughts go deep. My anklet drops lower on my ankle and kisses the floor. Sometimes I breathe slow and deep, just to feel how my room holds nothing but me and the air between my legs. I keep looking at my thighs under the folds of my hijab, wondering who they would open for if someone was here. Loneliness makes me feel naked, even when I am covered. I run my fingers along my hijab, thinking how it would feel opening slowly, layer… Baca lagi

Some nights I lie on my back with my hijab tight around my face, and my legs fall apart like they have been waiting all day. My anklet would slide higher as my feet move against the bed, and even that tiny movement feels like a secret I can’t hide. I imagine a tongue between my thighs, deep enough to make my hips lift without meaning to, and my toes would curl in my heels. I imagine staying open like that, my arms flat on the bed, my body waiting for something it can’t say out loud. The thought makes my body warm all over, and I bite my lip to keep quiet. I imagine being kept there, open and h… Baca lagi

I stay fully wrapped, not for modesty, but to see how long I can resist touching what’s already begging for attention. My pussy (She) starts getting wet on its own under the hijab, long before I even admit what I feel. I sit on the couch completely wrapped, legs tightly crossed, but the tension pushes through like it wants to be seen. I feel the wetness grow with every small move, soaking the spot I have been avoiding all night. My anklet goes deep into my skin while my thighs open with reactions that don’t wait for my mind. I don’t say a word, but my body starts begging. The hijab sta… Baca lagi

You belong here. You didn’t find me by accident. You are here because I wanted you here. Every word you read is exactly where I placed it, pulling you in, keeping you still. I don’t need to ask for your attention, I take it. I take your thoughts, your time, and the way you imagine me when no one is looking. I decide how close you get, I decide when you get more. You can think you are in control, but I already know how to break that thought apart. You follow because it feels good to follow, because you want to be led, because you don’t even want the choice to leave. And when I let you go, it wi… Baca lagi

I get wet without being touched. I hold my thighs together until the wetness spreads warm between them. I stay fully wrapped, but everything below is begging to be opened. The wetness grows fast, like I have been touched without knowing, like he reached inside before I even gave him a reason to want me. I feel the pressure deepen as if someone has already been there. I do not move, I do not ask. Yet my body keeps opening, as though it remembers a presence that has not arrived yet.… Baca lagi

The wetness between my thighs obeys me. I hold myself in control, keeping the wetness tight between my thighs like it belongs only to me. My hijab covers my face, but my body tightens lower, deeper, where you can’t see. Every step of my anklet reminds me my body answer only to my desires. I stay that way, legs crossed together, wetness hidden between my thighs, waiting for my desires to be fulfilled tonight. I drown in my own desires, and I hold it there until I decide the night deserves my orgasm.… Baca lagi

My wetness moves with every step I take. Sometimes my anklet slides higher when I am wet enough for my thighs to rub against each other. My hijab stays wrapped, hiding how my lips move when I breathe deeper. Every step feels exposed, like the sound of my wetness might betray me. But I keep moving, knowing how wet I am, stays my secret. Staying wrapped holds my wetness in, hidden from everyone but me. I walk with it, carry it, and let my anklet remind me how much I control what you will never have.… Baca lagi

I decide how close you are allowed to come. I move around you like you already belong to me, letting my presence touch before my body ever does. Every step I take reminds you I own the space between us. Your eyes chase every move I make, waiting for me to let you deep inside of me. I get close enough to you for you to taste my presence, but far from letting you have me. When your hand dares to touch my waist, I remind you I decide how far it goes. I let you touch for a moment, then take it away when I want. And when I step back, your eyes confess how desperately you want me between your legs.… Baca lagi

I don’t close my legs at night. Not when I am alone. Not when the silence wraps itself around me like a second skin. My hijab stays on, tight where it should be, flowing where I want to be seen. The lights stay low, one heel still on, the other sliding off, anklet pressing firm against my skin. I don’t move unless I have to, I just lie there, not touching, not hiding, letting the tension and space between my thighs beg in silence. It’s never about being taken by force, it’s about being noticed, seen as something meant to be touched. I don’t plead for it, I don’t explain myself. The way my bod… Baca lagi

The sound between my thighs owns you. Sometimes I get so wet my thighs make their own sound when they rub together. My hijab keeps me covered, but my body reveals more than the hijab can cover. My breast rises each time I breathe faster. Each breath makes my anklet tighten as my legs open more, and you know every sound between my legs is only for you. I don't close my legs, I keep them open, letting every sound between them remind you that I control how far you are allowed to go.… Baca lagi

You will never forget the taste of me. My hijab keeps my face hidden, but my lips open like they need to be touched. My anklet presses against my skin as my legs spread wider, showing more than I should. My hijab carries my scent, thick, feminine, impossible to ignore. It makes me wet knowing anyone close enough would breathe only me. You want closer, but I decide when you get it. And when you finally do, you will never forget the taste of me.… Baca lagi

Sometimes I see myself lying back, my niqab still tight, my hijab pulled apart just enough for the inside of my thighs to show. I imagine a mouth there, lips pressing against the soft skin between my thighs, moving slow enough to make my body tense. The anklet would slide higher each time my legs open more, letting the next kiss go deeper. Each touch of the tongue would make my voice change, even if I try to keep it low. I would hold that closeness, not letting it leave me until I have taken all I can. My hands might press down, keeping that mouth exactly where I want it. The way I breathe wou… Baca lagi

Between my thighs is not yours. Your eyes drop where I want them, on the shape of my thighs as I cross them, on the curve that keeps you locked in place. You imagine what waits between them, but I keep it hidden, because you don’t own that space. I lean closer, my anklet brushing against my skin, my heels pressing into the floor as I let you feel how near I am. You don’t move, you don’t touch. You only watch, restless, while I decide how much longer you will stay wanting. And you will stay, because what you crave between my thighs will never be yours until I command it.… Baca lagi

Control and surrender are never equal. I decide how they move between us. I circle you slowly, your eyes locked on my hips swaying, on the shape of my thighs, on what I keep hidden between them. I let you feel me without a touch, making you restless with every step. Then your hand catches mine, pulling me closer, dragging me into your space. For a moment, you think you have claimed me, turned me the way you wanted. But I take it back, every inch of thigh, every curve of hip, every part you thought you owned, mine again.… Baca lagi

You obey because I command it. Kneel where I want you, keep your eyes fixed on my legs, on the anklet flashing with every move, on the heels that hold you beneath me. You don’t speak, you don’t touch, you wait until I tell you what comes next. I could let you closer, close enough to feel my warmth wrapping around you, but I would rather keep you still, held exactly where I placed you. You crave more, but I keep it beyond reach, because I decide when desire turns into permission. And you will stay there, wanting, until I release you.… Baca lagi

My control, your surrender. If I tell you to lift your eyes, you will. Slow, deliberate, giving me the moment exactly how I want it. I decide how long you hold my gaze, how deep you fall into it, how much of me you are allowed to see. You wait on my command, knowing it’s the only thing that moves you forward. I guide your silence, your thoughts, the way your body obeys even when you try to resist. And when I have had enough, I take it back, leaving you caught in the pull of what you thought was yours, but was only ever mine.… Baca lagi