Tyrese

Bianca's eyes lingered on the text from her boyfriend, the words "I've been thinking about you all day" piercing her conscience like a dagger. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, threatening to engulf her. But as she stood there, frozen in shame, her gaze drifted towards the mirror hanging on the wall. She caught a glimpse of herself standing in black lace underwear, the delicate fabric hugging her curves in all the right places.

With a sense of reckless abandon, Bianca decided she'd take a photo and send it to both her boyfriend and Tyrese. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with guilt as she thought about the potential consequences of her actions. She walked over to the mirror, her eyes locking onto her reflection. She struck a pose, angling her body to accentuate her curves. Her hands instinctively went to her hair, smoothing out any stray strands.

As she gazed at her reflection, she felt a sense of detachment, as if she was observing someone else's life. She took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. With a steady hand, she raised her phone and snapped a photo.

With a sense of trepidation, Bianca typed out a hasty excuse to her boyfriend, her thumbs flying across the screen. "Sorry babe, I want to rest up and be prepared for tomorrow's classes." She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should add more, but ultimately decided to keep it brief. She attached the photo to the message and hit send, feeling a pang of guilt as the notification confirmed it had been delivered.

Next, she opened a new message to Tyrese, her heart racing with anticipation. She attached the same photo, but this time, she didn't bother with a caption. She simply hit send, the silence that followed seeming to vibrate with tension.

She didn't hear anything from her boyfriend for a few minutes before he replied, "Oh my god my angel! You look so beautiful!" Bianca frowns a bit, her eyebrows furrowing in disappointment. She wanted to look sexy, not beautiful. She felt sexy in that moment, with her black lace underwear hugging her curves and her hair perfectly messy. Beautiful was a term her boyfriend used to describe her when she was being sweet and innocent, not when she was trying to be seductive.

Bianca's eyes lingered on the screen, her mind replaying the message. She felt a pang of frustration, wondering if her boyfriend would ever understand her desires.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she read the words that popped up in her notification and she quickly texted on the text, "Good hoe. But don't wear your bra or panties tonight. Too much work." The text was crude, but it sent a thrill through her body. She was taken aback by her own reaction, but she couldn't deny the excitement that was building inside her.