fingering selfies: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

On a cliff at dawn in fingering selfies, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with fingering selfies,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “fingering selfies, fingering selfies, fingering selfies!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “fingering selfies” bliss.