His Beloved Girl

“My heart is ready to break through my ribs and burst out. It beats so hard that it seems I can hear that pounding—not only me, but Him as well. I swallow and begin to unbutton my dress with trembling fingers, cut and bloody. The dress slides down and falls at my feet. Underwear—the most exquisite and pleasant to the body—sits beautifully on me, emphasizing every curve and the whiteness of my porcelain-like skin, and I know that right now He is admiring me. I take off my bra and keep looking into His eyes. The man’s expression doesn’t change, but the eyes… the eyes sparkle with pleasure and lust when He sees my bare chest. I throw the bra beside the dress and pull down my lace panties. He says nothing—just watches, impassively. I know He likes everything He sees right now…” © ℗ LLC “MediaBook”, 2025