What if I Left the Lights On?

Would I see myself differently?

What if I left the lights on when I got undressed in front of him?

What if I didn’t hide in the closet to put on my cute underwear?

What if I didn’t get changed in the bathroom?

What if I pulled my shirt off and didn’t care that he was watching?

What if I did it because he was watching?

What if I didn’t try to use my hands and arms to cover up the parts of me he wants to see the most?

What if I wore lingerie that turned him on instead of worrying that it doesn’t look right on me?

What if I put myself in whatever position I wanted to instead of the ones that made me feel less exposed?

What if I got on my knees and arched my ass up high, laid on my back and parted my legs, or let him spread me open?

What if I whispered all the dirty things I wanted to say instead of letting them run silently through my mind?

What if I asked for exactly what I wanted in the moment instead of hoping he’ll figure it out?

What if I just believed in myself instead of worrying that I wasn’t sexy enough to pull any of this off?

What if I lost myself in the pleasure because I realized it’s the only thing that matters when we’re fucking?

What if I left the lights on while he tied me up so I could watch him tease my skin with a feather?

What if I didn’t care that he could see every inch of my body while I squirmed?

What if I could look down and actually see the way his fingers slowly stroke my clit?

What if I left the lights on when he goes down on me so I could look at him while he hungrily ate my pussy?

What if I left the lights on when it was my turn to go down on him and I could see the way he looked down at me with lustful appreciation?

What if I could see that look he only gives when his cock is between my lips?

What if I brushed the purple curls away from my face so he could have a better view as I swallowed as much of him as I could take?

What if I didn’t worry that he could see so much of my ass when he bends me over to fuck me from behind?

What if hearing him tell me to get on my knees made me feel excited instead of self-conscious?

What if I watched him stroke his hard, wet cock after he pulled out of me?

What if I could see his come drip onto my stomach while he grabbed my hip to steady himself?

What if I left the lights on and I didn’t even think twice about it?

I wish I had asked myself those questions years ago.

I used to fuck in the dark.

I used to fuck with my shirt on.

I used to undress under the covers.

And I thought it didn’t matter because sex is sex.

But then I left the lights on and it changed everything.

It showed me that being uninhibited makes the sex hotter.

It showed me that nothing makes me feel sexier than being admired.

It showed me how much more pleasure he gets when I let myself be exposed.

The next time you have sex, ask yourself what would happen if you didn’t have sex in the dark.

And then maybe, just this once, try leaving the lights on.

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