Let's go to the beach

You spot a petite figure at the shoreline, and your eyes refuse to look away.

You take in the curve of a small waist tapering into full hips, the kind of body that makes your hands feel restless and useless at your sides. You notice how the wet fabric clings to every detail, leaving almost nothing to imagination yet somehow demanding yours completely.

You feel the heat radiating off the sand beneath your feet, but it's nothing compared to what's building in your chest and lower. You want to close that distance between you and the water's edge immediately.