All Yours
The platform sat directly beneath the largest window, bathed in that steady light that revealed every texture, every subtle shift of muscle and shadow.
“Start reclining. Left side down, right knee bent, arm draped over the pillow. Look toward the window—not at me.”
Julianna untied the dress without ceremony. The silk parted with a soft hiss, slid down her shoulders in a slow cascade, pooled at her feet like spilled ink. She stepped out of it, naked now except for the sandals, which she kicked off next with a quiet thud. Her body was soft where it needed to be—full breasts with dark rose areolas, rounded hips, a gentle curve to her belly that spoke of real life and strong everywhere else: def