Moonlit Lace
Under the moonlit park paths, a secret lace-clad woman finally steps into the light of being truly seen—and desired.
The moon hung low and silver over the quiet suburban streets, casting long shadows across the pavement like silent companions. Jenna stepped lightly in her black heels, the clicking echoing softly in the cool December night. A fitted red dress hugged her curves, the hem brushing mid-thigh, while sheer black stockings whispered against each other with every stride. Beneath it all, her favorite lingerie caressed her skin li...
