Sage’s Sweet, Naughty Secret

There’s something dangerous about a woman like Sage. All charm and curves, wrapped in soft fabrics and softer smiles — and when her grandson introduced her to his shy best friend, it was clear the poor boy didn’t stand a chance.

The moment they were alone, Sage’s demeanor shifted. She leaned back on the couch with an amused smirk, watching him fidget like a schoolboy. “You’re very polite,” she said, her voice smooth as satin. “But you don’t have to be nervous around me, sweetie.”

He tried to play it cool, mumbling something about the weather, but Sage wasn’t interested in small talk. She crossed her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride just enough to make him glance — then look away in a rush. It was adorable.

“I can tell you’ve never met a woman quite like me,” she teased. “A little confidence goes a long way. You do have confidence… don’t you?”

His face turned redder by the second, and Sage just smiled knowingly. The tension between them hung thick in the air — taboo, thrilling, and just shy of scandalous. She reached for her glass, took a sip, and leaned in just enough to give him another glimpse.

“Relax,” she purred, her eyes locked on his. “I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

By the time her grandson returned, the air in the room had shifted entirely. His friend sat dazed, flustered, and entirely under Sage’s spell — while she looked perfectly at ease, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

“Oh, don’t mind us, dear,” Sage said sweetly. “We were just having a little… heart-to-heart.”

Want to know exactly what went down while he was gone? 😈