Making Love

Sometimes, when I’m making love, I catch myself lost in a certain fantasy… That someone is watching me. Or that I’m on a stage, under soft lights, and every breath I take is part of the performance. The thought of getting caught turns me on. A parking lot, a fitting room, a beach… It’s like I’m inviting fate to play this little game with me. And in those moments, I feel more alive, more real than ever. Do you have fantasies like that too? Tell me one… be honest