The water was hot, but not as hot as the thoughts running through my mind. I started slow, just the feeling of warm streams slipping down my skin, my fingers gliding over every curve like they’d never touched me before. My lips parted as the steam rose, fogging the glass, hiding everything… but not for long.

With every drop, I let go of the day, of the tension, of every last bit of control n when my hand slid lower, I knew exactly what I needed. No distractions. Just me, the water, n this overwhelming craving to be seen, heard… n felt.

Come get wet with me.