It’s midnight. I’m in the kitchen looking for something tasty. I’m wearing nothing but my old tank top, which barely covers my thighs. I open the fridge, and the light falls on my legs, my knees, my arms...😋

I pick up a cherry—red, juicy, tempting. I put it in my mouth, take a bite, and the juice runs down my chin. Slowly. I lick my lips and think: if you were here, I’d treat you to one… but not a cherry.🥰