



There’s something so intoxicating about the feeling of plush, silky softness against my skin. The way my toes sink into the fluff, the gentle warmth wrapping around me… it’s a quiet kind of pleasure, one you don’t even realize you’re craving until you’re right in the middle of it.
Do you ever get lost in the little things like this? The slow, delicate movements, the subtle arch of my feet, the way they flex and press, teasing against the fabric. It’s almost hypnotic, isn’t it?
Maybe that’s why I enjoy it so much… or maybe it’s because I know someone else is watching, enjoying every little detail just as much as I do.