It's always the little things that matter, am I right?
Like the fine craftsman details of a Mediterranean mansion on the Amalfi coast.
The pale amethyst silken linens.
The breathtaking view from the bedroom.
The warm embrace of a strong athlete.
The gentle caresses.
The playful personality.
The sweet nothings uttered with a thick Irish accent.
The best damn sex dream about Connor McGregor that I have EVER had.