Spell at Noon The sun streams through the window, illuminating my bare skin beneath the purple cape that slides smoothly over my shoulders. The light fabric brushes against my goosebumps, like a spell that awakens something deep inside me. I love this feeling—being dressed and, at the same time, completely exposed to my own desire. My fingers run over the curves of my body, tracing the tattoos as if activating a secret enchantment. The heat rises quickly, and a sigh escapes my parted lips. In the mirror, I watch the scene as if it were part of a forbidden ritual. The blond hair messy, the cape wrapping my body as if embracing me, the eyes shining with pure lust. Every touch is a spell, every movement, an invocation of pleasure. The outside world doesn’t matter now. There is only the magic of the moment, and I surrender to it without hesitation. #fetish