Morning Wetness Diaries pt. 12 🤍

Moist warmth glides over my nipples like a whispered spell,

each brush awakening a soft throb,

echoing lower -quiet, but insistent.

I don’t want to finish.

Not yet.

Just let the ache simmer beneath my skin

while I go about my day,

each ordinary task tinted with desire,

each breath soaked in something secret.

As for tonight…✨

I haven’t chosen the ending yet.

But the heat between my thighs

might write it for me 🌙