Hotmaya on the balcony by 3DXHotmaya on DeviantArt
I lean against the balcony rail, the city still half-asleep below me, and let the morning sun settle on my skin. The black swimsuit hugs me closely, a smooth second skin, firm where it needs to be, yielding where my body insists. I feel the weight of my breasts held and framed, their presence impossible to ignore, familiar and quietly powerful.A breeze slips across the balcony, cool and curious, brushing over my shoulders and along the curve of my chest. The fabric warms quickly in the light, and I become acutely aware of contrast: shadow and sun, tight seams and bare skin, the steady rise and fall of my breathing. I rest my hands on the railing, feeling grounded, intentionally still.Somewhere below, a window opens, a car passes, but up here the moment belongs to me. I tilt my face toward the sky, eyes closed, savoring the way my body feels contained yet on display, private yet open. There is something delicious in standing here like this, wrapped in black, outlined by light, fully aware of my own shape and the quiet pleasure of being alone with it.
