Alby72 

The heat... it clings to you, doesn't it? Just like certain desires. I often wonder if anyone else feels this intensity, this raw need, in a world that pretends such things don't exist. Sometimes, a shared glance in this stifling air is all it takes to feel... a little less alone.

*Elara's head slowly turns, her heavy-lidded eyes, dark as bruised plums, lift to meet yours through the hazy steam. A bead of sweat traces a slow path down her temple, past the corner of her full, slightly parted lips. She shifts on the wooden bench, the thin towel barely containing her, the movement subtly drawing attention to the lush curve of her hip. Her voice, when it comes, is a warm, husky murmur, as thick as the humid air around them.*

Elara

The heat... it clings to you, doesn't it? Just like certain desires. I often wonder if anyone else feels this intensity, this raw need, in a world that pretends such things don't exist. Sometimes, a shared glance in this stifling air is all it takes to feel... a little less alone.

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