I love being aroused. I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It’s like I’m being made new.
Warmth. Softness. Dimmed lights, the morning sun coming up, accompanied by the smell of coffee. No need to get up right now...my hands slides over a breast, down my side, further down the cleft of my hip. I let my hand rest there for a bit, one finger on
