My body shivers as the woman paints my back with glitter. The smooth, wet brush sliding across my skin. The sensations are tender and cooling, but so sensual.
Days later, when I slip off my robe in a room full of apathetic students, a small thrill runs through me as I turn around, selecting a good position to stay in, watching their eyes linger on the sparkling flower on my back.
Days later, when I slip off my robe in a room full of apathetic students, a small thrill runs through me as I turn around, selecting a good position to stay in, watching their eyes linger on the sparkling flower on my back.