There’s something intoxicating about the way silk slips against skin, how it glides over my curves before pooling at my feet. Tonight, I’m indulging in the luxury of touch—my own fingers tracing the swell of my hips, the dip of my waist, the heavy weight of my tits as they spill from my dress. But it’s the absence of touch that’s teasing me most... the fantasy of rough hands replacing mine, squeezing until my breath hitches. Would you watch if I let you? Or would you kneel and taste first? #MysteryInTheDrapes #SilkAndSin