Ambrosia Stories

I want you to watch me. I want to sate the hunger in your eyes. Take a long, slow, look over my form.  Absorb the feminine camber; drink me in. Watch the fluid movement as my long, slender neck stretches when I turn to give you a coy, beseeching look. Admire the perfect curve of my breasts and how quickly my nipples harden under your gaze. Placing a hand under each breast I lift them as if to offer them to you.  Watch me...