Sand on Skin

Erotichna present Hareniks in 'Sand on Skin' The wind keeps touching me before you get the chance. The beach is almost empty, the sun is hot, the waves are loud… but somehow I can still feel your eyes on me. I know you’re watching. At first, it was only a little sand on my skin. On my hands, my legs, my stomach… Then I stopped trying to brush it away. I started to like the feeling. Warm sand sticking to my body, the sun on my skin, the ocean air moving around me… Everything feels more intense out here. Maybe because there is nowhere to hide. Maybe because I don’t want to. I move a little slower, let the sand stay where it falls, let you look for as long as you want. And every time I touch my body, a little more of the beach comes with me. It becomes part of the game. Soft skin. Warm sand. Salt in the air. And you… still watching. Maybe I came here to cool down. But the longer I stay, the hotter everything feels. So come a little closer. Don’t worry about the sand. I already stopped caring. Do you remember me? I am Hareniks. Call me, Hareniks.