

Imagine this: a soft, weightless feather gliding over my bare skin, leaving a barely-there trace. It plays with me, making me shiver with anticipation… sometimes teasing, barely touching, sometimes trailing over the most sensitive spots.
I close my eyes, letting the sensation take over. Every touch is a promise, a sweet hint of something more. It feels so delicate, so light… almost ticklish, yet undeniably arousing.
Would you be able to resist it? Or would you crave to feel every stroke of this feather… on your own skin? 😏