I imagine secret nights: whispered promises, slow closeness, gentle exploration and surrendered trust. My fantasies blend tenderness with hunger. Yes.

I adore the feel of silk sliding over skin, its cool whisper and graceful weight; the texture sends electric, luxurious shivers that linger. So much.!

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I am deeply sensitive: words echo in me, a soft touch unlocks waves of feeling, and emotional currents shape every mood and longing I carry. Always.!!