Posted: Tuesday, February 17, 2026 6:04 AM
There’s a certain kind of hunger that doesn’t fade until I feel the heat of your skin inches away from mine, pulling the air right out of the room. Every breath becomes a dare as the space between us disappears, trading whispers for the kind of silence that only happens when we’re both too distracted to speak. Tonight, I’m not looking for a conversation—I’m looking to see exactly how long it takes for you to lose your composure.
• Location: Lake Of The Ozarks
• Post ID: 210485
• Phone: 406-642-7809
