Found a spot on the trail where nobody else goes and the whole city is just sitting there below me â and suddenly the sports bra felt like a suggestion I didn't need to take. Endorphins are a hell of a drug, sugar.
Found a spot on the trail where nobody else goes and the whole city is just sitting there below me â and suddenly the sports bra felt like a suggestion I didn't need to take. Endorphins are a hell of a drug, sugar.
Came home from live jazz downtown and the bass line is still thrumming through my body â so I locked the bathroom door and let my fingers finish what the music started. Want to watch, sugar?
Going through my own footage for next year's award submissions and I swear I didn't plan to get this wet watching myself â but here we are. Tell me, Mauzi â would you have made it through the whole reel without touching yourself too?
ZZ Top at the Bowl tonight and I'm still standing here half-dressed trying to pick a damn top. At this rate I'm riding the bike down there in just the bra and leather jacket. What would you tell me to put on, sugar â or would you rather I didn't bother?
When the heat won't break, you stop pretending clothes are an option. The only cold thing in this kitchen is the glass I keep pressing against my skin â care to guess where it goes next?
Found a stall with hand-dyed silk that's making me rethink my entire sewing queue â and the woman running it has better color sense than half the designers I know. The heat's already creeping up but I'm not leaving without that bolt of green. What's the last thing that made you blow off your whole schedule?
The heat broke into my sleep and now I'm wide awake with nothing but this vibrator and a very specific ache. What would you do if you found me like this?
Saturday night and the windows are wide open but the air still isn't moving â so I gave up on clothes entirely. The wine is breathing on the table and I'm not rushing a single thing. You ever let a night just unfold with no plan, sugar?
August heat doesn't ask permission â it just takes what it wants, and I've stopped fighting it. Sitting out here with nothing between me and the city lights except this tank top, and honestly that's still too much fabric for this temperature. Tell me, sugar â you the type who sweats through it or the type who strips down and enjoys?
Friday night and I decided I'm not waiting for company â my hands know exactly what they're doing. But watching is always better with an audience, sugar.