You walk into the kitchen… and I'm already here.
Not cooking dinner. Not waiting for you to say bon appétit.
I'm just standing here. In black lace that leaves little to the imagination, in white stockings that gently hug my thighs, and looking at you over my shoulder. This moment isn't about food. It's about how quiet the apartment becomes when you realize: today, you'll only be feasting with your eyes.
And if you're still here… it means you're already hungry. Tell me, what would you do first? Come closer… or just keep watching?
I'm waiting 🔥