Restraint.

I'd like to tease you.
I'd like to meet you in public when there's no time to escape to be alone.
I'd wear a thin sweater and no bra.
Or a skirt that I'd tug and slide over my thighs.
I'd lean across you to get a napkin.
I'd lick the rim of my glass.

I'd touch you without touching you.

Not having me but wanting me would drive you to distraction.

You'd drop you pen, dribble your beer, stutter.

Until you couldn't take it.

You'd break.

You'd take it.

You'd push me in an alley and immediately plunge into my cunt as I leaned up against the brick wall.

You'd shove me into your back seat and mount me, regardless of witnesses.

You'd follow me into the bathroom and ride me on the countertop.

Whatever it would take. You would take what you wanted.

And I'd thank you.