I’m so hungry. As I carefully shave my legs, that’s the only thought consuming me. This craving has been been steadily mounting, reaching feverish heights. Spreading my thick thighs, I gently part my labia, smoothing the creamy gel and chasing it with my razor. Barely brushing my clit, a shiver of anticipation rushes through me. I push aside the desire to plunge my fingers deep into my aching cunt. Wait, I chide myself. This isn’t about me. Wiping the razor, I rinse and moisturize. Silky smooth skin, pale as moonlight. Freckles dust my entire body, and a delicious fragrance surrounds me. It’s more than perfume or expensive oils. It’s just me.. and I know it drives him crazy. I finish getting ready quickly, too impatient to linger long on makeup and hair.