Destined to joy

Destiny’s got plans for a scorching afternoon. She’s already claiming a lounge chair poolside, her fingers slick with baby oil as she massages it over her skin. She spends extra time on her legs, moving slow from ankle to thigh, working the shine into every inch of skin. She’s ticklish as hell there, so the touch has to stay feather-light. One wrong flick and she’ll fold up laughing like she got shocked.