

Imagination play: You sat in the garden, sun on your skin, thighs spread just enough to tease me. The wind picked up your scent, sweet and warm, and carried it toward me. I watched as you shifted in your chair, your soft belly rising with each breath, your nipples peeking through your top. The breeze made you shiver, and your thighs tensed for a moment. I imagined crawling up between them, my face buried where the wind had touched… tasting sunlight and you.