Slow-burn perfection defines “h i me”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “h i me” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “h i me”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “h i me”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.