On the floor, the cool linoleum a stark contrast against my hot body, I close my eyes, and breathe in deep. The hard surface grounds my body; settles my mind.
I visualize myself on the floor — naked and needy — stretched and calm.
Arms, shoulders, breasts, tummy, pelvis, legs.
Thoughts run up the insides of my legs to my core.
Grabbing the insides of my thighs, I shiver from the radiating heat.
“Looks like you need help,” he says from the door.
I stretch my arms again, bend my knees, and calmly spread my legs. My scent fills the air.
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