Your mouth goes dry and your chest tightens. Her confident eyes stay locked on yours until she’s satisfied with your speechlessness, then, they drift down to see that you obey. With no clothes or tussled bedspread, there was nothing to hide behind, nothing to quell the lingering sense of shame that still called out from the back of your subconscious mind. It's a thrill like none other, and judging by her smirk, she knows it is too. Her eyes make miniscule adjustments in the direction of their focus, removing every shred of privacy and lending more evidence to the idea that stallions weren’t the only ones who enjoyed eye candy. 