Sheer Temptation

I’m lying on the floor. Wearing nothing but sheer tights.

Soft, thin, transparent — you see everything.

And still… you want to see more.

My body is stretched, relaxed… but the tension is real.

From the gaze I feel on me.

From the thought that you want to tear even this off.

Nylon doesn’t hide. It teases.

It speaks for me, almost whispering:

“Look. Crave. But for now — only with your eyes.”