Caught myself thinking about you... and my hands started wandering where my thoughts already were. 💭✨

There's something about the way you look at me that makes me want to be seen. Fully. Unapologetically. Every curve, every breath, every little shiver.

This robe was supposed to stay on. But then I imagined your fingers replacing mine, and suddenly fabric felt like too much barrier between what I want... and what I need.

Tell me—if you were here right now, where would you touch first?