Flower Girl
She fled before dawn, corset half-laced, silence trailing her like guilt. Her father’s rules still echoed, modesty, devotion, obedience, but the field didn’t care.
Lavender brushed her legs as she tugged the corset down, baring her breasts to the sun.
Her fingers found heat between her thighs, bold, trembling. She gasped loud, unpunished.
No one to hush her. No one to shame her. Just breath, pleasure, and sky.
And the raw feeling of freedom.






