The weekend stretches out ahead of you — no plans, no clothes, nowhere to be. Just bare skin against cool sheets and the slow, deliberate pleasure of doing exactly what you want.

You trace a fingertip along your collarbone, feeling the warmth radiate outward. Hours dissolve. The afternoon light shifts across your body like something intentional, like it came here specifically for you.

Hunger builds without urgency. You answer it on your own terms — unhurried, uninterrupted, completely yours. By Sunday night, you'll have learned every way your body asks to be touched.