Wearing sheer black pantyhose, I lounge around on the sofa, knowing that you are kneeling before me, craving my attention but not letting you have it. I know you also have a weakness for pantyhose, so I move my legs, point my toes, turn my back to you to tease you with my hosiery clad curves. You're driven crazy by my disregard and disinterest in you, but you adore me so much you continue to sit there, ignored by your Goddess