*This story can be enhanced for the female reader by the addition of music while you read. Throw on some earbuds and escape the world for a bit. I recommend the following songs to add to your pleasure: I wanna be your slave – Maneskin; You Right – Doja Cat; Crazy in Love (from the Fifty Shades Soundtrack) – Beyonce; You’re Mine (feat. Oscar and The Wolf) DJ Antonio & Astero Remix – Raving George; Bom Bidi Bom – Nick Jonas; Lady Wood – Tove Lo; Earned it – The Weeknd; Motivation – Kelly Rowland.* ***Comment the song you listened to while reading.***
I am standing in the bathroom, inspecting myself in the mirror. I trace the outlines of the lace design on my black romper. I can’t help but check myself out. The thin material barely hides my nipples that are already beginning to rise from the slight friction of the lace. The sheer sides hug my curves, turning the imperfections that I usually see into seductive teases of skin. I turn to the side and slowly slide my fingers down the cut of the romper that squeezes tight against my ass. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of my fingertips. A deep sigh escapes my lips before I tousle my hair and turn to leave the safety of this bathroom. I hesitate as I reach for the door and take a deep breath. I’m ready.