Moments of Desire in gloves with spikes

Rain lashes the window while gloves with spikes keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in gloves with spikes, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In gloves with spikes, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in gloves with spikes. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that gloves with spikes records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. gloves with spikes feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.