Testing the Seam

A ripple stirred deep within my core. Tightness yielded to a slow, deliberate ease, and my fingers flexed forward on their own. Beneath me, the dark nylon stretched in a grid of coarse fibers. Methodical... deliberate. I leaned slightly forward and pressed the tip of one hand against the cool metal teeth of the zipper seam. The ridged track held firm against my touch, clicking faintly beneath the gentle pressure. Movement was real, responsive, and steady. I let my hand settle against the dark fabric, listening to the quiet expanse around me.