Stretching calm

A black and white image of me on my back, stretched and calm on the floor.
Image first shown here, in color

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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