Jag går från mjukt till hårt i tystnad - dessa öppna trosor är nu dränkta i sperma - jag berättar hur det känns - ASMR

The fabric glides on my thighs, cool at first, before settling against my skin like a second breath.

I take my time, savoring the way the lace clings,

how the delicate patterns contrast against the hard lines of my body.

It is indulgent, forbidden, but so incredibly right.

And then there is the space, open, inviting, teasing me with the promise of exposure.