Last night, I slept in my cropped white tank top, its hem grazing my slender waist and exposing my sensitive midriff to the cool air. As I drifted off into dreams, I yearned for the gentle touch of someone grazing their fingers along my tummy and slim waist. And even now, as I sit here eating my breakfast, I can't shake the desire for that intimate connection with another person's touch on my stomach. The ache in my heart grows stronger with each passing moment, longing for the warmth and comfort that comes with being held and caressed by a lover.
