Andromedastrain

I'm Andromeda
Not one for too many words, I'm a dancer, coveted by those who long for the unobtainable.
The kinky girl next door, that you've caught one or two times with her hand down her panties listening to some filthy romance novel.
That triple F threat. Filthy. Fine. Freaky.
The urge to stroke yourself into the dampness, the raw undiluted scent, you could almost imagine how I'd taste.
An all-natural, Mediterranean mutt.
All you can think about are those panties. Does she wear Cotten? Silk? Lace?.....
Longing for more, nothing but scraps of fabric clinging to each and every curve, hallow & dip, soaking up every single drop of sweat.
Jealous of the thigh highs that hug, wondering what my toes look like as they curl, how they flex when striding across stage
A piece here, a piece there, a tangible collection of your secret obsession.

Thirsty for more, snagging POV after POV, watch secretly, in every spare

Wanting nothing more than for me to wake up smiling.
The ding of a notification, a gift on the way.
Or
A familiar Cash App jingle. ( $Andromedaduchess )

Leaving a request, the anticipation of being acknowledged, & then accepted... Not wasting a moment, greedily covering the cost and any extra costs when patience can't be bothered with.

To be continue