What do you imagine in your dirty dreams?

but they do tighten up. Want to watch me stretch them wide open, slowly?

… did you enjoy the view?

Some places aren’t found on maps… they’re felt in your chest before you ever take the first step.

The sun was blazing that day, high and merciless, turning every stone into an oven and every breath into a dare. I hiked alone—curious, flushed, a little sweaty from the climb (you’d like that part). I knew there was a waterfall somewhere up ahead. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what I found.

What are you waiting for?