Intimate Beauty: omega naked

“omega naked” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “omega naked” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “omega naked” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “omega naked”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “omega naked” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.