Sometimes I have this strangely compelling fantasy: I find myself in a room lit only by soft, warm light, where everything is tailored to my mood 😀 There are no words — only movements, breathing, and the feeling that every touch is predetermined. Everything happens slowly, as if time is deliberately stretched out so that I can savor every moment. And the most interesting thing is that this fantasy always ends differently, as if it decides for itself how to surprise me next time 🥰