Backstage with Tyra Lex

Tyra Lex knows what she wants. Diamonds, the real kind that catch the light and never lose their shine. She keeps them close. On her fingers. Around her neck. Between her legs when the mood strikes. Tonight the dress comes off early. A delicate white set clings to her body, lace so thin it barely counts. She slips a hand beneath the waistband and touches herself, slow and deliberate, like she has all night and nothing else to do. Her thighs part. She leans back. The diamonds stay on, catching every flicker of light as her fingers move faster. She doesn’t need anyone watching. She just needs the stones and the heat building low in her belly. One gem at a time, she reminds herself how good it feels to be wanted and expensive.