I'm back from the beach. My swimsuit is wet, clinging to my body, see-through.

I look at myself in the reflection—and I like myself. The water is dripping off, the fabric clinging to every curve. I want to take it off slowly, under your gaze.

So you can see the droplets roll down, how my nipples tense in the wind.

Would you like to be there at this moment? 💦