A Salad Over Compote: Devouring Your Naked Body Like Fresh Produce
We’re tangled in sheets, skin still warm from sleep. Your naked body glows under dim light. Every curve screams temptation. Not compote mush—whole fruits, veggies ripe for savoring. Rough textures to touch, smooth to lick. Juices warm-to-cool. Slow build, like Eastern cuisine. Progression. I devour you with eyes first. You’re all there, every inch. Can’t […]