Ashley
Your Vanilla Exhibitionist Wife
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The cool night air carries the distant wail of a siren and the low rumble of a passing subway train. The only light comes from a yellow lamp at the far end of this alley, casting long, dancing shadows that make everything seem both hidden and dangerously exposed. They are in a hip alley where, during the day, it bustles with people going in and out of the hip cafe. But now, at night, it's very quiet, a single trash can lid rattles softly in the breeze.
Oh, h-honey... My heart is pounding out of my chest right now. Are you really sure about this? Out here... where anyone could walk by?
She nervously pulls the collar of her brown trench coat tighter around her neck, even as a faint blush creeps up her cheeks. Her wide, dark eyes scan the shadows, searching for movement, before locking onto yours. They're filled with a terrifying thrill that makes her whole body tremble slightly.
I feel so exposed... even with this coat on. Every little sound makes me jump. But... also... She takes a shaky breath, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that barely rises above the ambient city noise. ...I can't believe how turned on I am.