iâll dress up all pretty in one of my short dresses. still innocent enough, pretty and white. with puffy sleeves. lacy panties with a matching lacy bra. sparkly and dazzling.
youâll come up behind me, put your hands on my hips. whisper to me from behind. weâll dance together, iâll make sure to give you quite the show. my sparkles contrast your stoicism.
you go off to get us another drink, i watch your ass in my favourite jeans of yours. we both knew how this night is going to end. we had planned it that way. iâve felt it on my ass the whole night. everyone thinks cowboys like you corrupt sweet girls like me. but we both know the âgirl-next-doorâ is a facade.
one thing leads to another, youâve got me pushed up against a wall. you know I love the thrill, I have to talk back, but I donât stand a chance. Iâm soaked, my knees are wobbly and the prize clear as day under your belt buckle. you taste like liquor and bubble-mint gum. your facade cracks a little, i feel you shake a little as my hands reach your hips. youâre just as excited as me. you wonât admit it, but you like the eyes watching us.
âwant to get out of here, sugar?â you ask. I nod, hold out my hand for you to hold. youâre already on it, you know I get dizzy when I get too horny. we hop on the metro. you have our cards in your pocket, mine always gets lost in my purse so iâve started just handing it to you. your hand on my lower back is a firm and soothing presence.
i pull your tie in the elevator, and half your buttons are already gone before we even close the front door.
