Valuable Moments. (18.4.27)

Written during Seattle Erotic Art Festival 2018.


She stretched languidly and reveled in the sensations taking over her body.

More than the fading hitch of breath and pounding heart, she could feel a fine layer of sweat across her skin, the sheets sliding together, the muscles in her body relaxing in waves.

Her room is dark and cool. Quiet. The world sleeps beyond the walls. Convention says she should be sleeping too.

Except, this moment is better.

A day spent in anticipation. Remembering there will be a moment to relax and breathe, to indulge and caress.

Time taken intentionally, from sleep, from work, from thought.

Time to feel.

She moves each part of her body purposefully, stretching out stiff fingers, relaxing clenched thighs, uncurling toes.

She hums, low in her throat.

These moments, are valuable.

Her cocky confidence radiates into the darkness when she smiles.

Worth it.

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