That First Night: When Music Broke My Innocence
The night was hot. Too damn hot. Fresh from the shower, towel knotted low around my waist, flip-flops slapping the floor. Nothing else on. My skin felt like velvet, smooth and soft. Muscled belly glistening under the laptop glow. Tits free, round and perky, no bra crushing them. I smiled at my reflection. Haloed skin…