Kendall Dior’s gallery

Game 1 against Atlanta tomorrow night, so today I'm cooking like I'm feeding the whole roster. The jersey's already on — the rest of the uniform is still up for debate. Come over and taste-test for me, babe.

Matchup's official — Phoenix comes to Barclays next week and I'm already deep in my scouting notes. Somebody's gotta study the enemy, might as well do it dressed like this. You gonna help me break down film, babe?

Woke up before my alarm with my hand already between my legs and no intention of stopping. Tell me what you'd do if you caught me like this, babe.

Regular season's over and the playoffs are coming, and I'm too wired to even pretend I'm tired. Jersey's on, everything else is off — you ready for this run, babe?

Finally got a day where the air doesn't fight back, and I've been walking for an hour without meaning to go anywhere. This old top breathes better than I remembered — or maybe I just stopped caring who notices. You wanna come walk with me, babe?

Pulled out all my sweaters like fall's already here, and now I'm standing in front of the mirror in one and nothing else because it's still too hot to actually wear any of them. Tell me I'm not the only one who does this, babe.

The whole block's asleep and I'm out here in nothing but this shirt watching the sky change colors. Kind of like having the world to myself for once. You wanna share it with me, babe?

Got out of the shower ten minutes ago and this robe gave up on staying closed almost immediately. Got a glass of wine and nowhere to be — come keep me company, babe?

Found a spot in the park where nobody bothers me and the shade hits just right. Could stay here all afternoon if somebody gave me a reason to. You wanna come find me, babe?

Liberty play in Toronto in twelve days and I just booked a flight before I talked myself out of it. Never been — somebody tell me what neighborhood I'm staying in, babe?