The mirror in my bedroom stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting every curve of my body in cruel, delicious detail. I had just come out of my bathroom. I stood there naked, my fingers tracing the swell of my hips, the dip of my waist, the way my 36Ds sat heavy and full, the nipples already tight little buds from the chill of the air—or maybe just the thought of what I was about to do. My skin prickled under my own gaz...