HannaSkyler

Sometimes I close my eyes and feel hands slowly tracing my body, exploring without haste, awakening every inch of my skin. It's a touch that needs no words: the simple brush against my back or waist provokes an instant reaction, a shiver that runs through
Sometimes I enjoy the feeling of knowing someone is watching me. I don't do anything special… I just let my pace slow a little, my hips follow a natural, almost unconscious rhythm. I like that little vibration in the air when our eyes meet, and I sense an interest that neither of us voices aloud.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, casually, but I know perfectly well the effect it has. And when I smile, it's a slight, subtle smile that makes it clear I'm not as innocent as I seem.