Destined to joy

Destiny stretches out poolside, bare skin meeting hot sun. She drizzles baby oil across her chest, then works lower, covering her stomach and hips in a slow shine. Her legs take most of the attention—long, smooth, black hair loose around her shoulders. The oil glistens as her palms glide up her calves, over her knees, and along her thighs. A giggle slips out when her fingers hit a tender spot behind the knee, but she doesn’t stop; she just presses more carefully, tracing every inch until each leg catches the light like wet silk. Alone with the sun and the water, she keeps the rhythm steady, letting the slip of her hands and the faint tickle draw small, involuntary sounds from her throat.