God gave me lots of cake so eat up

You catch yourself staring at the lingerie before anything else — thin fabric doing almost nothing to contain what's underneath, which is exactly the point.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, the kind that makes your hands restless and your mouth dry. You're looking at curves built to make you forget your own name, soft and heavy and unapologetic in every direction.

You know an invitation when you see one. You'd take your time, starting wherever your hunger leads first, working slowly through everything being offered so generously to you.