Circle

She knelt, her nakedness a provocative invitation to the hidden eyes that eagerly devoured her.

Oblivious to the identities of her audience, she sensed their carnal desires swirling in the stagnant air, encircling her like a sensual mist.

Closing her eyes, she relinquished her sight but not her power, she was attuned to every sound that betrayed their arousal. The symphony of moans and wet applause echoed through her core.

The sounds of shifting chairs heralded an imminent transformation, as voyeurs shed their passive roles to partake in the forbidden feast that awaited.

And soon, she would bathe in the rapturous aftermath of their fervent adoration, her body an altar for their worship,