Good morning! 30
You wake to the sight of pale skin catching the morning light, soft and unblemished, impossible to look away from.
You feel the quiet pull of wanting — the kind that sits low in your stomach before your eyes have fully adjusted. You trace the contours of that body with your gaze, every curve unhurried, every shadow between them deliberate.
You already know this morning is going to be difficult to get through. You want to reach out, to press your mouth against that warmth, to stay exactly here while the rest of the world moves on without you.
