Nailed It

In a quiet room, the sounds of intimacy carry a rhythm all their own—soft gasps layered with the gentle rustle of sheets, the creak of a bed frame, and the muted, fleshy cadence of bodies meeting. Each movement creates a subtle, steady sound: a low thud, skin against skin, building with intensity and easing again with breath. It’s not loud, but unmistakable—like the hush of a drumbeat slowed by closeness and intent, echoing in the stillness between us.