Sweet dreams

She lies beside you in bed wearing a sheer gown that shows everything. Her blonde hair spreads across the pillow as she turns to you. The kiss lands soft on your forehead, then she whispers goodnight like a good girl. Most men would close their eyes. You keep watching. She knows it too. Her hand slides down under the covers. She parts her legs. The fabric lifts. She touches herself slowly at first, then deeper. The brunette in the mirror watches back. She sees her own fingers move faster, her lips part, her breath catch. Sweet dreams were never meant to stay sweet.