Sonya, 30

There’s something about the way I look at you when the lights go down — my dark hair falling over my shoulders, my soft lips parted as I whisper all the wicked things I want you to do. I love it when your hands explore my curves, tracing my skin like a secret map only you can read. I want to feel your breath on my neck, your kisses trailing lower as my giggles melt into quiet moans. I’ll tease you slow, taste your hunger, make you beg for one more touch, one more taste. In the quiet dark, you’ll discover how addictive my soft skin feels pressed against yours. Every stolen sigh, every hidden gasp — all ours until the sun rises and we crave it all over again.