Garage gym is already a furnace before the sun's fully up — so I finished my sets wearing nothing but sweat. You're staring, aren't you?
Garage gym is already a furnace before the sun's fully up — so I finished my sets wearing nothing but sweat. You're staring, aren't you?
The ride nearly killed me in this heat but I refuse to quit before the horses do. The wash stall hose is the only thing keeping me breathing right now. Bet you'd volunteer to hold it.
The grid finally buckled and I'm feeling my way through my own house in nothing but skin. The dark is supposed to hide things — but I can tell that's not what you want.
New game dropped and I've been glued to this chair all morning. The heat made clothes optional a long time ago — but I don't see you looking away.
Even after sundown the air is thick enough to taste and I've given up on clothes entirely. You get to look because I said so. What are you going to do about it?
Stayed up all night gaming and somewhere around 4 AM my hands found something more interesting than the keyboard. What would you have done if you'd walked in?
AC died an hour ago and the tile floor is the coolest thing in this whole house. Funny how the heat makes you forget you're not wearing a single thing. Bet you wish you were this floor.
Even the air is sweating tonight. The pool was the only thing that felt good against my skin — and now you're looking at what that did to this shirt.
Thursday nights are for long showers and forgetting the rest of the week existed. I didn't plan on taking this — my hand just moved before my brain caught up. Tell me you weren't staring.
I spend half my life building a version of myself people want to watch. Then there's this — the space between setups where I remember I'm still figuring out who that actually is.