As always, scroll to the dashes to skip the backstory and get straight to the sex.
I went to my boyfriend’s place for a date night the other night. I dressed up for the occasion in an irridescent deep red bias cut dress which falls just past my knees. I look great in this dress – it simultaneously flatters my tall, slender figure and well proportioned curves while somehow still leaving everything to the imagination. I paired it with black platform shoes, a black collar with small chains dangling from it, and a pair of high cut black mesh panties from Victoria’s Secret. No bra, I find them uncomfortable, plus I have (average sized) perky breasts, so it doesn’t make much difference to my appearance.
When I arrived, we decided to have a glass of wine together in the living room before he made us dinner. A glass somehow turned into a few glasses, as we were deep in conversation, and time passed quickly. We were both getting pleasantly tipsy when he leaned in to kiss me. It started as a quick, closed-mouth kiss. Then another. Then another. Until, almost simultaneously, we both put our wine glasses down on the coffee table and began a heated make-out session.