The wetness between my thighs obeys me.

The wetness between my thighs obeys me. I hold myself in control, keeping the wetness tight between my thighs like it belongs only to me. My hijab covers my face, but my body tightens lower, deeper, where you can’t see. Every step of my anklet reminds me my body answer only to my desires. I stay that way, legs crossed together, wetness hidden between my thighs, waiting for my desires to be fulfilled tonight. I drown in my own desires, and I hold it there until I decide the night deserves my orgasm.