The view looks nice

You can't stop staring at the way those yoga pants cling to every curve, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach — the stretch of fabric across full hips, the soft weight of a body built for this kind of attention. You want to reach out and trace what your eyes keep returning to.

You already know you'll come back to this one. You'll zoom in slowly, taking your time, letting the want build until your breath goes shallow and your focus narrows down to exactly this.