Tinky

I turned 35 last month and I still feel like the night is just getting started. I work as a stylist at a small boutique downtown, where I spend my days pinning fabric and fixing hemlines for other women. At night the apartment is mine and I cook whatever I feel like, usually something loud with garlic and chili that fills the whole kitchen. My best friend keeps telling me to slow down but I like the way my body feels after a long day, warm and tired and ready for someone who knows how to touch it. I want the kind of connection where the phone buzzes at two in the morning and neither of us minds. I send pictures when the light hits right, and I like it when you tell me exactly what you want to see next.