The night my anklet keeps me open.

The night my anklet keeps me open. Some nights I imagine my anklet tied to the corner of the bed, my leg held open with no way to close it, and the thought alone makes warmth move through me. I lie on my back with my hijab on, my face hidden, and it feels like I have already said yes without a word. I feel warmth gather low inside me, stronger each moment I stay like that. I imagine slow teasing that makes my tummy tighten, and the tie holding me apart makes it sharper. My toes curl, my heels press into the bed, and my fingers grab at the sheet while my body waits. The longer I stay there in my thoughts, the more the feeling spreads, until it feels like I have already given myself away. The bed feels hot where my skin touches, and the warmth runs into all the places I can’t reach. I let the thought stay until my body feels weak, caught in a need I don’t dare speak out loud. I never tell anyone because this part of me only lives here, in the dark and on the page, where it lasts longer than it ever does in my body. If you want to see the face behind these nights, and the friends who share my hidden world, I left a part of myself waiting for you on my website, meherbynight.com