VioletaWhitee

The murmur of the sea is the backdrop as I walk along the shore, my bare feet leaving footprints in the hot sand. The gentle breeze caresses my skin, and I feel alive, full of energy. I wear a light dress that moves with the wind, subtly revealing my curves as it passes. Every step is a reminder that life is a game, and tonight I'm determined to play. Suddenly, I see him: sitting at a beach bar table, enjoying a cocktail. His eyes rest on me, and there is something magnetic in his gaze, an implied challenge that makes me smile.. I decide to approach, with an air of confidence that makes me feel invincible. thesoft music escaping from the venue mixes with the sound of the waves, creating a perfect atmosphere. "¿Would you like to share this evening? ", I ask, my lips curling into a flirtatious smile. The golden light of the sun highlights my features, and I can see her gaze intensifying. He invites me to sit, and soon we're talking like we've known each other forever. His voice is deep, and I love the way he looks at me, like he wants to find out every secret I keep. The conversation flows, and among laughter,

I can feel the chemistry between us. I talk about my travels, the adventures I have lived, and he shares his own stories, each anecdote causing a glow in his eyes.. There’s a subtle play in our words, a flirtation that feels natural, as if we’ve been waiting for this moment. With every sip of my drink, the tension grows. Every accidental touch of our hands is a spark, every look, a promise. The atmosphere is full of possibilities, and the sun begins to hide, dyeing the sky with orange and pink tones.. I feel the urge to get a little closer. I lean towards him, letting the closeness speak for me. The warmth of her body is intoxicating, and the air between us becomes dense, full of expectation.. He tells me about his dreams and ambitions, and in every word, I can see the passion that moves him.. There's something in her gaze that catches me, a desire that feels imminent. "¿Want to take a walk on the beach? ", I suggest, my eyes glowing with a mixture of mischief and interest. Accept, and together we rise, leaving behind the table and the world around us. We walk along the shore, the waves caressing our feet, and the moon begins to peek out, illuminating the path we take. Every step we take is full of complicity. We stop to contemplate the horizon, and in that instant, the silence feels full of promises. I turn to him, and in his eyes I see a flash of desire. Without thinking, I get a little closer, allowing the moment to be charged with magic. And so, in the quiet of the night, I lean towards him, letting our lips meet in a soft rub, a kiss that ignites all that we have felt. In that instant, the world stops, and only we exist, caught in a dance of desire and connection..

It was a quiet afternoon, the warm sunlight seeped through the window, painting soft shadows on the floor.. I was alone in the room, but there was something in the air, an energy that could not be ignored.. I didn't know how, but I felt I wasn't really alone. The silence was almost palpable, as if the room was waiting for something. I got up from the chair and headed to the window. My fingers rubbed the cold glass, as my eyes lost in the sight of the horizon. The lights of the evening tinted the sky with warm tones, but my mind was not there, but in a place much closer, in something much more intriguing.. Suddenly, a chill ran down my back. I knew you were near, watching me, even though I couldn't see you. The tension was palpable, that curious mixture of expectation and desire contained. Without saying a word, I decided to play a little. I turned slowly, enjoying the feeling of your gaze upon me. I imagined you watching my every move, even the smallest, as if everything had a purpose. I moved closer to the table, letting my body slide with an almostexaggerated, my hands touching the wooden surface gently. Every gesture was an invitation. I didn't say anything, but the smile on my lips was more than enough to let you know I knew. I knew you wanted something, that something between us had lit up at that precise moment, though neither of us had mentioned it yet.. The silence between us grew, but it was a meaningful silence. My fingers traveled over the surface of the table slowly, as if time were lengthening and every second was lasting longer than it should.. I felt your eyes on me, it caused me that feeling of being desired, although without a word, without an explicit action. It was just that tension, that electricity in the air, that made me smile subtly, with a touch of mystery.. I turned again, but this time I did it more calmly, letting my gaze meet yours, just for a moment. It was brief, as if we both knew there was no need to say anything. The connection was there, floating between us. I could feel your breath closer, though I wasn't, and that only increased the attraction. All I wanted was to keep playing with that uncertainty, to lengthen the moment, to make everything feel more intense than it already was.. The room seemed to have stopped completely. All that existed at that moment was the game between us, the growing tension surrounding us. And although there was no need for words, the small gestures said it all: the slight rubbing of my fingers on the edge of the table, my smile that extended with a touch of complicity, the way my body moved, every movement calculated to make you want more..

I decided to attend a party on a rooftop, the fresh air of the night enveloped me as I climbed the stairs. The flashing lights and vibrant music created an electrifying atmosphere. Upon entering, the energy of the place filled me with enthusiasm. I poured myself a drink and

I settled in a corner, enjoying the view of the city lit. As I watched the people dance, I felt a look that made me turn. Our eyes met, and a playful smile appeared on my face. Without thinking, I walked towards him, feeling how each step increased the tension in the air.. “Hi, it looks like you're enjoying the party," I said, letting curiosity and confidence guide my words. The way he looked at me made my heart beat faster. We plunged into a conversation full of laughter, each word seemed to carry the air of expectation. His voice was soft, and the way he leaned towards me made me feel special. With every gesture, the chemistry between us intensified. I decided to get a little closer, feeling the closeness and warmth that emanated from him. “¿Do you want to dance? ” I asked, knowing the answer would be affirmative. The music enveloped the atmosphere as we moved to the beat, and I couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.. Our bodies came closer, the connection was palpable. I let myself go, feeling how the music united us, and every movement felt like an invitation. Her eyes did not turn away from mine, full of complicity and desire. When the song ended, I moved even closer, feeling his breath close to my skin. “Tonight is magical, isn't it? ” I muttered, as a naughty smile lit up my face. Tension grew, and in an instant, the world faded around us.

It was a magical night in the city, and the lights shone like stars on the earth. He walked through the cobblestone streets,enjoying the gentle murmur of the people and the scent of street food that permeated the air. There was something in the atmosphere that energized me, a promise of adventure. I decided to go into an art gallery, where vibrant paintings hung on the walls. As I explored, one painting in particular captured my attention. It was an abstract work, full of intense colors and intriguing shapes. Just as I approached, I felt his presence: a tall man with messy hair and a charming smile.. "¿Do you like it?" asked, approaching curiously. Our eyes met, and in that instant, I knew there was something special between us. We began to talk about art, each word flowing with a spark of complicity. His passion for painting was contagious, and I found myself wanting to know more.. As the night progressed, we moved to a more private corner of the gallery, surrounded by works that seemed to come to life around us.. The conversation became more personal, and the atmosphere was filled with palpable tension. Without thinking, I moved a little closer, feeling the warmth of her body. Suddenly, the world vanished, and our mouths met in a soft, electrifying kiss.. The mix of art, music and the closeness of our bodies created an instant that felt eternal.. In that corner of the gallery, surrounded by works of art, we began to create our own masterpiece: a connection that promised to be unforgettable..

The evening air caresses my skin as I walk slowly down the street, the sound of my footsteps mixes with the murmurdistant from the city. There’s something about the way the sun hides behind the buildings that makes me feel a slight unease, an anticipation of what’s to come.. Every day, as this moment comes, I feel more alive, as if something was about to happen. Today, as in so many other times, I find myself taking a detour, moving away from the usual routine. I do not know what attracts me to this path, but it is a place where the hours seem to lose their weight. The breeze plays with my hair, causing some strands to fall softly on my face. There’s something in the air that feels different, closer, and I feel like the world around me is waiting, waiting for a spark, a movement. My steps speed up. The sensation grows, as if an electric current is running through my veins. It is not fear, nor anxiety; it is the fascination of a moment that is only lived by giving oneself completely to the present, without worries. Time is diluted, distances are shortened. Every thought is carried away by the urgency of the moment. My body knows what it needs to do, and my hands shake a little, as if anticipating what's coming. Finally, I get to that place. I don't need to look, I know it's there, which is exactly what I need. No words, no complex gestures. Everything flows with a naturalness that surprises me. My breath gets deeper, my skin lights up. It's an instant, but it's also an eternity. In the end, the only thing that matters is how the world fades away around me, and the only thing left is me, completely immersed in what I am, what I want, what I desire. No more, no less.

The soft evening light enters through the window, caressing my skin with its warmth. I lean against the frame, letting the silence of the room surround me, as I watch the reflection of my body in the glass. The image seems almost ethereal, as if floating in the air.My breath deepens, as if something inside me is slowly waking up, a whisper on my skin that invites me not to rush. I lean a little more towards the window, feeling how my clothes, light and delicate, adjust to my figure. Each movement has a softness that I find pleasant, almost tempting. My fingers caress the fabric, enjoying the texture that slides through my hands. The sun begins to fall slowly, and the golden tones blend with the blue of the sky, creating a unique atmosphere, full of mystery. Everything feels different, like every second is full of possibilities. I lose myself for a moment in the feeling of being completely present, in the calm and tension that are mixed. It’s then that I close my eyes for a moment, allowing the silence to become a soft whisper. My lips curve slightly, as if some funny or naughty idea is taking shape in my mind.. No rush, everything is perfectly in place. The night is coming, and with it, the promise of something more.

The gentle breeze caresses my skin as I sit on the edge of the terrace, the illuminated city stretches before me. With a glass of red wine in my hand, I enjoy the moment, letting the fruity flavor melt in my mouth. My thoughts wander, and a naughty smile is drawn on my lips. Suddenly, my mind stops in a memory: that intense look that made me feelas if time stood still. His presence, so magnetic, made me tremble. Remembering the friction of his hand against mine causes me a chill that runs through my body. I close my eyes and let myself go, imagining what it could have been. I think of the whispers we shared, the tension that built up between us, like an invisible thread that bound us.. Every word, every laugh, was a game; every look, an invitation to get closer. I imagine the warmth of his body next to mine, the touch of his lips barely rubbing my skin. The night advances and the wine becomes my confidant. I let the soft music that sounds in the background wrap me. Each note seems to beat my heart, pulsing with the promise of what it could be. The anticipation grows, and I find myself smiling again, caught in this dance of desire and complicity. In my mind, the moment stretches. I imagine his hands exploring every curve, every corner of my being, while I lose myself in a sea of sensations. I want you to know what I feel, that every stealthy look, every light touch, is a secret shared between us. The full moon peeks out, illuminating the night with its silvery light, and I realize that sometimes the deepest desire is found in the most subtle moments.. All I need is a little push, a spark to light the flame. I decide I won't wait any longer. I get up from the terrace, leaving behind the wine and the night. With a flirtatious smile on my lips, I head to where the adventure awaits me, ready to live that moment I’ve been dreaming of..

That night was different. The air, somewhat fresh, caressed my skin as I walked through the city. The dim light of the streetlights cast soft shadows on the ground and, among the lonely streets, I felt my footsteps resonate, setting the pace of a story that only I was living. I liked that silence that enveloped everything, as if the whole world had stopped by itselfto watch me. Little by little, I got closer to the place. The restaurant was full of low murmurs, but I only had eyes for the inside. I felt the expectation on my skin, that mixture of nerves and excitement. My breathing, slow, was accompanied by each of my movements. I knew what I was looking for. I knew what I wanted. I entered, and the warmth of the atmosphere immediately enveloped me. The place was filled with soft lights, the aroma of food and wine wafting through the air. My fingers slipped over the wine glass as I thought of the contrast between the softness of the glass and the texture of my skin.. Each drink, each look, immersed me more in that game, a game of glances and furtive smiles, where words were not necessary, only the touch of a glance. The rest of the world seemed to disappear in that instant, as if only we existed in space.. Every time our eyes met, it was as if time was lengthening, as if the air was getting thicker. There was no need to speak, just feel. And that feeling, that electricity running through my body, was more than enough to keep the fire burning. My body moved with a calm that did not belong to me, but that I enjoyed. I knew that every step I took, every gesture I made, left a small mark in the memory. A trace that would not be easily erased, a whisper that continued to sound even when it was no longer there.

Afternoon light filtered through the window, filtering into golden beams that lit up the corner where I stood. I settled on the sofa, feeling the soft velvet stick to my skin, almost like a whisper. I took a glass of wine and took a sip, the thick red liquid sliding down my throat, leaving a warm and deep trail. The taste intoxicated me slowly, as if there was no hurry. My fingers fiddled with the cup while my mind wandered to thoughts that, for example,some reason, they didn't bother me right now. ¿Why worry about what I can't control? Maybe you didn't know, but I liked to lose myself in those little moments of indulgence, where all that mattered was me. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the stillness. But it was not a complete stillness, it was a kind of disturbing calm, as if every corner of the room was waiting for something.. Or rather, waiting for someone. Because, although no one was present, there was something in the air, something subtle but perceptible, that made me smile with a mixture of complicity and mystery.. The sun began to hide, letting the darkness play with the shadows on the walls. I didn't move. There was no need. My thoughts entangled, unfolded, accelerated. somehow, it was as if every action had an echo in my body, every sigh caused a small shudder that ran through my spine. A game, an invisible dance that encouraged me to continue, to stay, to enjoy it. And in that moment, I knew there was something in the air, a tacit promise floating between every breath. It was the perfect time to let things take their course, like a game without rules, where the only constant was the desire to keep playing..

The Unexpected Encounter I was in the library, surrounded by silence and bookshelves that seemed endless. The cool afternoon air filtered through the windows, creating a perfect contrast to the warmth I felt in my chest. I had plunged into the pages of a book, but my mind, as always, could not sit still.. My fingers turned the pages without really reading, lost in thoughts that weren't exactly about literature. It was then that I heard that slight crackle. A sound so subtle that only someone attentive, like me, could catch it. Steps that approached, a calm breath that reached me like a caress in the air. ¿Who would be so close to me? No one dared to break the peace of this place so.. Solemn. My heart started to beat faster. I couldn't help it.. My body tightened, as if everything that had happened so far hadbeen a preparation for that moment, for that whisper of danger that made me smile inside. I closed the book slowly, as if I were savoring the moment. I didn't turn around immediately, I let that presence slowly creep in. I could feel it, like an electric current running through the space between us. When I finally decided to look, the air was loaded with something that I did not know if it was curiosity or a little more daring anticipation. I met his eyes, and something in me lit up. There were no words, but they were not necessary. Just a look, one of those connections that take your breath away. The electricity felt real, palpable, as if we were both fully aware of what could happen.. It was not a place for these kinds of encounters, but I liked the idea that, in that precise moment, the unexpected felt like the most natural thing in the world.. I could barely feel her smile, a smile that said nothing, but it said it all. I got up calmly, not rushing, letting my body speak more than my words. I walked toward the consultation table, but I couldn’t help but feel his eyes on me, as if he was stripping me naked just by looking at me.. I didn't care.. The feeling was heady. Sometimes the desire is not sought. It is found, and is felt with an intensity that only a lucky few can experience. I was one of those lucky ones, and that night the library was our little refuge, a place where silences were filled with promise..

From the moment I decided to go out that night, something in the air told me that things wouldn’t be like the others. The city, always so vibrant, seemed to have a special whisper, as if it were calling me. Every step he took on the pavement resonated with a promise of what was to come. I didn’t wear a garment that didn’t make me feel powerful, my body-hugging red dress, the perfectly chosen color to draw attention effortlessly. The heels, high, almost dangerous, meraised, and my reflection in the windows returned to me an image of security that felt so strange and so natural at the same time. When I arrived, the atmosphere was loaded with that mixture of expectation and mystery that can only have a place like that.. I could feel it, everyone’s gaze on me, although it didn’t bother me, on the contrary, I liked it.. It wasn't the first time I felt this way, but that night. that night I enjoyed it with more intensity. I walked toward the bar, my hips moving in a deliberately slow, almost inviting way.. He didn't need words, just my presence. The murmurs around me faded, it didn't matter what they said, it only mattered what I felt. My gaze ran through the room, not looking for anything, but something made me stop. And then I saw it. A spark, an instant connection that felt like a wordless challenge. I took my drink with a playful smile, knowing that every move was an invitation, even if I didn’t say it out loud.. I turned and watched him from a distance, knowing that he was fully aware of my presence.. I didn't need to run to him, I knew sooner or later, he'd come. The hours passed and my game of gaze was enough to keep the tension. I didn't need to be obvious, I didn't need to do more than I already did. I was enjoying the control, the magnetism between them, invisible but palpable. Finally, the time came, the temperature of the room seemed to rise, and I knew it: this was my time.. We crossed paths in the middle of the place and without further ado, our gaze said it all. The smile of both of us was the only answer we needed.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the silence envelop me. I feel my breathing slow down, as if my body is synchronized with the distant murmur of the city. It’s a warm night, and the breeze caresses my skin, like a whisper that invites me to do something else, to let myself be carried away by what is about to happen.. I walk to the mirror, contemplating my reflection with a light smile. The edges of my dress glide gently over my skin, marking every curve, every contour that somehow,seems to know better than myself. The fabric fits just where I need it, and it’s impossible not to notice the way it hugs me, as if the night itself wanted to hold me in its arms.. The dim light of the room creates soft shadows, which seem to play to hide what I most wish to show. And in that game, in that dance between the hidden and the visible, I find a sense of power that I never cease to explore.. Everything seems to go at its own pace, but I'm the one who sets the pace. Every move of mine is deliberate, sensual, a promise I haven't yet made, but it feels inevitable. The air becomes denser, and it is as if the world has been reduced to this moment, to this unique instant. A small gesture, a look in the mirror, reminds me of what anticipation is capable of, what is hidden in the shadows and what is yet to come to light.. I am ready to follow this path, with a calm security that has never accompanied me before..

The air in the room is soft, as if everything were slowed down, and the dim evening light enters through the window, caressing every corner. I lie in the chair, watching the shadows drawn on the skin. The day seems to have been waiting for this moment, in which everything calms down, in which the senses awaken and the mind is carried away by the gentle stream of stillness.. The perfume in the air is a small luxury I give myself, a personal touch that stands out in the intimacy of the instant. It doesn't take much, sometimes just a gesture, a look that knows what it's looking for. Clothing becomes unnecessary, not out of desire, but because thebody asks for freedom, space to feel. The sensations begin to multiply. A light rubbing on the skin, the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, the softness of the fabric that slides slowly. Everything seems closer now. Everything around me is full of possibilities, and without saying a word, the atmosphere changes. There is something in the air, something that awakens the playful smile that is drawn on my lips, as if I were playing with myself, with my own thoughts, my silent desires.. My reflection in the mirror speaks to me silently. I know what I see, I know what I want to see, and how I find myself, here and now, in this moment that is only mine. The night is coming, but I do not rush, because I like to enjoy the journey, the friction between what I want and what I can have.

There was something different about the night, as if the air was loaded with something more than just the soft murmur of music. The dim lights created shadows that played with each other, and the atmosphere was imbued with a calm that invited me to let myself go. It was then that our eyes crossed, fleeting at first, but then they remained, as if I could not escape them.,I didn't want. There was something in that look that said it all without words. The space between us seemed to disappear slowly, as if time itself were taking a break. Every movement was closer, more inevitable, but everything happened at its own pace, without haste. I felt like I was in a place where the rules no longer mattered, where the moment was the only real thing. When she smiled, that smile so light, so natural, I felt the distance became even shorter. There were no explicit promises, no clear expectations, but something in the air told me that we both knew exactly what was going on.. And there was no need to talk, because sometimes, the silence between two people says it all.

I look at you, and I realize that every little gesture of yours has me completely captivated. The friction of your lips when drinking, the way you look at me without saying anything, but with that smile that invites more. I move a little closer, feeling the closeness, and without thinking, I whisper, "I can't stop looking at you." Your answer comes as a gentle challenge: "Maybe because I don't want you to either." The air between us becomes dense, loaded with unspoken but perfectly understood promises.

I don't know when it started, but there was something in the air.. that invisible tension that is felt when desire does not need words, when the looks speak for themselves and silence weighs more than any sound. I lay down, playing with the edge of my glass, feeling how the cold of the glass contrasted with the heat that began to rise through my skin.. All it took was a gesture, a subtle one. A crooked smile, an unnecessary pause in a sentence, a touch that could have been casual. or not. I enjoyed that game, that dance without rules where every movement was a provocation. I bent just, just enough to shorten the distance. There weresomething delicious in that space between daring and waiting. Every second felt slower, denser, as if time too wanted to enjoy the moment. I didn't need to say anything. Just look at you and let my intention seep into every gesture. The way he ran his fingers down my neck, the low laugh he let loose between sips. I was playing, you knew, and yet you fell deeper into that rhythm that I effortlessly struck. I wasn't in a hurry. The best is always to taste, provoke, awaken. And believe me.. We're just getting started..

"I love when the night embraces me in silence, when everything is still and it's just me, skin against skin, thought against desire. No voices, no clocks. Just the sound of my breath, paused. deep. loaded. I let myself fall on the darkness as if it were warm water. My fingers slide down my neck, down with the slowness of who knows everycorner, every exact point where the pulse accelerates without permission. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself watched, not from the gaze.. but from the desire. The one that doesn't need words. The one that feels. There is a soft electricity in the atmosphere, as if every inch of my skin was waiting for an order, a touch, an intention.. I move, barely, just enough to make me feel. I explore myself, without haste, as if it were a story worth reading slowly. There's no one else. But I feel look. and I don't care. I like. Maybe you're not here, but if you're reading this.. You know how I feel. And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what I wanted.

There are days when everything provokes me.. a word, a melody, even the touch of the wind on the skin. I don't know if it's the fault of the weather, the imagination or just me, that I have a naughty mind when I want to.. I was alone, not in a hurry, and I gave myself that little luxury that sometimes one denies: time for myself.. I closed my eyes and let myself fall on the sheets with a smile that already said too much. It wasn't urgent, it wasn't planned. Only.. Ghana. To feel. To play a little. To see how far I could go without laughing at myself in the process. My fingers began to wander without shyness, but without haste. Sometimes rubbinghardly, others staying longer, as if they were probing ground, measuring answers. And I let myself. Because, who better than me to know what turns me on and what calms me down? I wasn't looking for anything grand, no epic ending. Just the pleasure of being with me, to listen to my own reactions, to know myself a little more. It was soft, calm. almost like a quiet conversation with my body. When I finished, there were no fireworks. Just a low, complicit laugh. I stayed there, relaxed, with that sweet feeling of who has had a date with herself. And he had a pretty good time..

There is a delightful stillness in some moments, as if the world stopped on purpose to give me space. I like it when it happens. When there are no voices, no clocks, just the soft echo of my breath accompanying the moment. Sometimes I let myself be carried away by that calm. I don’t do anything in particular. I just listen. I feel how my body adjusts, how the skin becomes more present, more conscious. It’s funny how something as simple as the rubbing of a fabric or the way the light falls on me canawaken sensations that do not ask permission. It's not about looking for anything. It's more like finding me. In the small. In the light. In the way my thoughts wander and get lost in details that I don’t always notice: the curve of my hands, the warmth of my breath, the slow rhythm that settles without haste. I allow myself that moment. Not by whim, but by necessity. Because there is a secret sweetness in being with me, in dwelling without interruption. As if, for an instant, I could remind myself that I am enough to feel, to imagine, to vibrate. With no company but mine.

The dim light creeps through the cracks, drawing soft shadows on my skin. The air is loaded with a thick calm, as if everything was waiting for me to take the first step. My fingers play with the edge of the fabric that rubs my waist, slowly, almost lazily, as if every centimeter deserved its moment. I slide through the room, knowing that every movement has a rhythm, a cadence that doesn't need haste. There is something delicious in that slowness, in that whisper of silence that caresses my senses. The textureunder my feet, the air rubbing on my neck. everything conspires to remind me that desire starts with me. I look in the mirror. I hold my gaze. I like how I look when I'm not in a hurry, when I just belong. The way I bow my back, how my lips curve without a single word. I play with my reflection. I show myself, I hide myself, I invite myself to look more. I let myself be carried away by the instant, by the sensation that grows slowly, like a flame that knows very well how to burn without burning. everything is in place. Skin, pulse, desire. And in the midst of that slow dance, I find myself irresistible.

“From the other side of the room, I felt her gaze before I saw her. She was one of those who do not seek permission, only presence. I pretended to be distracted, fiddling with the edge of my glass, as if I didn’t notice that he was watching me. but every gesture of mine was for him. I stood up calmly, letting my steps speak louder than my words. I passed near,very close, without touching it. but enough for the air between us to become electricity. “Do we know each other?” —he asked me, with that grave voice that wants to seem casual. I smiled at him barely, bowing my head. “Not yet,” I replied, letting my eyes say what my lips wouldn’t say so quickly. He thought he was following me, but it was I who set the pace from the start. Because when I know what I want. I don't need to say it all to get it.

"The rubbing of the sheets against my skin was the first thing I felt. That soft texture, still warm from the heat of sleep, barely slipped over my back as I stretched, slowly, as if my body knew there was no hurry.. My fingers slipped down my belly, almost by accident, as if they didn’t know very well where they were going. but they enjoyed the way. The sun crept through the cracks of the blind, throwing lazy rays that played with the shadows on my skin. I loved thatmomento: that exact second when it wasn't quite day, but not night either. where everything felt possible. I bit my lip, barely, savoring the taste of silence. I let my hands explore with mischievous curiosity, without any map, without any hurry. There was something delicious about not having witnesses, about being my own secret. In provoking me. And yes. I like to provoke myself.