VelvetGreeny

The gym was almost empty when I finished my last set. The soft echo of the music mixed with my still fast breathing. The fabric of my workout suit was sticking to my skin, highlighting every curve, every line sculpted by the effort. I walked to the mirrors to stretch, letting my fingers slowly caress my stretched legs. My reflection showed a mixture of exhaustion and pure energy, this spark in the eyes that only appears when the body feels alive.

At this precise moment, someone walks through the door. His gaze lingered on me a second longer than usual, as if he did not expect to find someone at this hour. or as if he just couldn't help it. « Are you still training? » he asked with a slight smile, tilting his head. « Just a little more,” I answered without leaving the mirror from my eyes.. I felt his presence draw closer, not enough to touch me, but enough to make the air between us heavy.. It was that soft electric sensation that runs through your skin before something happens. or when we both know it could happen.
« You look. concentrated,” he said, lowering his voice slightly. I turned to him, one hand on his hip. “And you arrived just as I was leaving. "The smile that followed relaxed the atmosphere. There was no haste, no superfluous words. Just two looks that crossed in an eloquent silence.

Today, I felt like I was on a small stage rather than in an office. This morning, I put on my favorite skirt, the one that fits me perfectly without a word, and my white blouse with a slightly open collar. It's not that I'm trying to attract attention. Well, maybe a little bit. After all, when you turn on your camera and know that people are waiting for you on the other side, you want to feel special..

As always, I arrived before everyone else. I love this sweet morning silence, almost intimate, where you can only hear the clatter of my heels on the floor and the distant beep of a printer that starts slowly. I turned on my computer, put away my papers – yes, I pretend they are important – and adjusted the camera angle.. It's no secret that my live broadcasts have gained popularity, perhaps thanks to the image of "mysterious secretary" that some lend me. But I'm just me, who enjoys making work a little more playful.

Sometimes I take a pen and hold it between my fingers, as if immersed in my thoughts, absorbed in a report. Sometimes I pull my hair up, letting a few strands fall on my face. All this is very natural, but wanted, so that those who see me have the impression of sharing a little secret with me. I'm not doing anything extraordinary. Simply, instead of hiding the beautiful moments of the day, I share them with those who want to be with me.

Here I am, spending the day in my office while enjoying the pleasure of knowing you secretly watching me through the screen.😈😈🔥🔥

—Hi, my braves. Today, I have a little story to tell you. and yes, this is the kind of story that will make you look over your shoulder.

A few weeks ago, I was here, alone, training very late. So late, in fact, that the only light was that of the moon filtering through the window. I was repeating a new sequence, breathless, when I heard a noise behind me. A dry noise. As if someone had knocked on the locker room door.

I turned around very slowly. And there was nothing. Just my reflection staring at me, with this cold moonlight behind me. I continued to train, but. the noise is back. This time, more distinct. And here I am, alone, sweating, wondering if I should ignore it. or go see.

I took a few steps. Each sound sounded louder than the previous one, as if the whole apartment was trying to betray me. Finally arriving at the door, I knocked very softly and said, "Hello. Oh, yeah? » Nobody answered, obviously. But the noise. It started again just as I put my hand on the handle. I opened the door slowly, with that stupid fear that you feel when you know there's no one, but you're still afraid. And when the door finally opened.

.a training glove fell from the shelf and rolled up to my feet. 😅😅 That was all. A real horror scene. with an absurd ending. The funny thing is that for a moment, I felt like I was being watched in the darkness of the gym. And now, look at us: you are watching me. But this time in the moonlight. and with my agreement.

So get ready, my intrepid ones. I told you my story. now our naughty training for the night begins. 😈🔥