There is something so intuitive about moving your body to the rhythm of music. I can’t get enough of escaping my head and being fully in my body. There is generally only really one other thing that allows me to feel every inch of my body…

The only thing I enjoy more than the feeling of freely dancing with strangers would have to be dancing for just one stranger… a devilish striptease for a man that can look his fill, feel the need and desire for my body, but not touch.

I’ve been practicing at my window late a night, my bedside lamp back-lighting me against the sheer window coverings. Does he see? Will he watch me perform for him while Expectations by Lauren Jauregui fills my bedroom?