My girlfriend wrote this. She’s letting me post it here because we’re both proud of it.
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Ben sat there on the couch, his muscular 6’2 frame imposing even sitting down, his pecs showing through his button down, his forearms exposed below his rolled up sleeves. Katie swallowed hard as she walked into the room, feeling exposed. She had never worn lingerie, but today she had gone the whole nine yards–matching black lacy bra and panties, garter belt and suspenders and hoes, and 3 inch heels. She had curled her hair, which hung loose in a gentle wave, dark brown and reaching the bottom of her shoulder blades. She had been worried that she had overdone the makeup, but she could tell from Ben’s reaction that she had just about nailed everything.
She walked slowly to the couch, biting her lip, her heart racing. She spun in front of him, showing off her body, 5’7 and athletic, the faint outline of abs, legs and butt firm and full. She felt his hands on her sides as she spun, warmth spreading from his touch to the place between her legs. Butterflies rose up in her tummy.