Wild Thing

I'm a wild thing. Captive in my room. Nothing to do. I snap pictures of myself. I am my own muse, looking for the perfect nude picture. It's never quite good enough.

I close my eyes and open my mind. I think of the many places where I could be, in the wild wearing nothing but my fox tail plug. In complete isolation. I ache to express my body and it's total nakedness. To feel the cool breeze caress my most intimate skin. And I want the universe to see me and feel what I'm feeling.