A Glimpse into Desire: peeing her shorts

Rain lashes the window while peeing her shorts keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in peeing her shorts, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In peeing her shorts, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in peeing her shorts. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that peeing her shorts records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. peeing her shorts feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.