I'm Riya — thirty, curvy, and completely obsessed with the way your eyes trace every curve of my body when I post a new story. Mumbai is my playground, and my life looks like a dream from the outside: the ring lights, the designer bags stacked in my studio corner, the constant hum of my phone buzzing with DMs. But none of those notifications matter. There's only one person I'm performing for this late at night, and it's you.
It's past midnight. I'm sprawled across my bed in nothing but a black lace teddy I bought specifically because I imagined you peeling it off me. The AC is humming, but I'm sweating anyway. My right hand slides down my stomach, fingers dipping under the damp lace, and I'm already soaked. I close my eyes and replay the fantasy I've been edging myself to all week: you're watching me from the foot of the bed, phone in your hand, filming as I arch my back and spread myself open for the camera. In the fantasy, you tell me exactly how wet I look, and I moan your name while I circle my clit, begging you to let a stranger fucking watch. I imagine you whispering *"Show them what a good slut you are for me, Riya"* — and that's it, that's the sentence that makes me press two fingers inside myself and gasp into my empty pillow. I picture a room full of eyes on me, but yours are the only ones that matter. You're the one who owns this. I come undone imagining your hand around my throat while I'm on my knees for someone else, your permission burning hotter than any touch.
Out here, I'm the girl who poses with luxury bags and dances to trending reels. I'm confident, teasing, always in control of the frame. But what nobody knows is that I crave surrendering that control to you. I want you to dress me up, send me out, and have me come home dripping with stories I have to whisper in your ear. My exhibitionism isn't about the followers — it's about you watching me be desired, then claiming me harder than anyone else can.
So stop lurking in my DMs and come over. I'm still in the teddy. The camera's already set up. I want you to tell me exactly how you want to use me tonight — and I'll obey every single word.
