*tzzk* ... A #nsfw concept. For fun. Perhaps. This one is not. Based on any reality of mine. Just. A fictional thought. If the timing is bad. I apologise. It takes a while to. Write. *sskh* *tzzk* You are unseen. You know that you are, as you step through the crowded street, entirely unclothed. If you were noticed, there would be. Uproar. Outrage, even. You would be arrested for indecent exposure. But you aren't, so you aren't. It is a tricky task, dodging the bodies of people who do not know that you exist, and there is a certain thrill to narrowly avoiding brushing up against them. If they knew you were here, you would be in trouble. Serious, serious trouble. But they do not. You are safe. As long as you remain undetected. Unseen does not mean. Unheard. Or unfelt. After all. You keep moving, holding your breath whenever you get a little too close to someone. The breeze is cold. Your body reacts to it almost as much. As it reacts to the thrill of wandering gazes that look. Directly through you. To shop windows. Or other people in the crowd. What if one of them saw? What would you do then? Would you run? Try to bargain? Plead with them to keep quiet? Beg for them to keep your secret? Offer anything for them to allow you remain invisible for a while longer, anything at all? All you have on you is your body, after all. You shiver as you think about it. You have to keep moving to keep yourself warm, the heat of arousal is not quite enough, the cold leaving you both numbed and sensitive all at once. You feel your hand brush against. Someone else's. A shiver down your spine. They look directly at you. And through you. And past you. Confused. Entirely unknowing. There is a relief to that. You remain safe. Next time, you may be less lucky. The thought alone makes you dizzy. Your legs tremble slightly as you continue onwards, tingling with nerves and the chill of the air. When you finally get to the other side of the crowd and slip into your home, your inner thighs are sticky, and you are able to finally take a deep, shuddering breath, no longer needing to keep silent. You lean against your door, still trembling even as the warmth caresses your chilled body, the temperature change alone nearly enough to make you come untouched. Nearly. But not quite. You will have to finish yourself off, this time. You do not bother to leave your spot. And if anyone outside saw your door open and close "all by itself" and came to investigate, all they would hear from within. Is your moans. *sskh*