Dear Diary,I didn’t think the red rocks would feel so… intim..
🕑 Added 2025-05-24 03:53:18 +0000 UTC
Dear Diary,I didn’t think the red rocks would feel so… intimate. It’s weird. They’re massive, ancient, probably watching me like I’m some tiny drama. But the way the sun hit them tonight? Everything looked soft and alive. The light turned the cliffs this deep, bruised red, and the warmth sank right through my clothes. I’d been cold all day, but suddenly I wasn’t.I found this spot—high enough to feel alone, hidden enough to breathe without anyone watching. The rock was warm under me, and the air smelled like dust and something sweeter. I stretched out, closed my eyes, let everything go quiet except my own heartbeat.It started as just a thought. A flutter. But my body wouldn’t let it stay there. I slipped a hand under my waistband, slow, unsure at first. But it felt so good to touch something real, something mine. My breath caught. My fingers moved the way they wanted. No soundtrack, no performance. Just me. Feeling everything. Letting go.When I came, it wasn’t loud. It was quiet and slow and deep, like the rocks understood what I needed. I laid there for a long time after, skin flushed, a little damp, smiling like I’d just gotten away with something.If those cliffs could talk, they’d have a hell of a story.Love always, Maggie 💋
