The last class left twenty minutes ago and the studio still holds their heat. I kill the big lights, keep one low lamp on, and roll my mat up slow while the floor cools under my feet.
My phone lights up in the dark. Your name. I sit back down right there on the boards, take one long breath in, and I start writing to you.
I tell you I am still barely dressed, still warm from the last hour, and that I have been thinking about you since the middle of the flow. I tell you I know exactly what I want tonight and it is not sleep.
I type slow because I like making you wait for the next line. Come over. I will have my hands on you before you get your shoes off. I set the pace, you follow, and by then you have stopped thinking about anything else.
You read it twice. You feel where this is going and now you want the rest of it.
That message was the soft version. What I send once the door is locked and it is only us, I keep off the timeline. More of me, unfiltered, on OnlyFans.