Every time I’m alone, my thoughts carry me to a place where it gets… hotter than it should 😈

My fingers trace lightly over the fabric, while in my head rise the kind of fantasies that make my pulse race…

As if you’re already here… slipping up behind me, pressing close… whispering your boldest desires right into my ear… 🥵

💭 I wish you were in my head… no, better yet — in my room 😏🔥

Then I’d show you what happens when heated thoughts stop being just thoughts 💋

👀 You’re imagining it too, aren’t you?