We walked into a room with curtains covering the windows and doors. She wiggled into her new uniform with ease. She handed me some straps and instructed me to pull them as hard, as tight as possible. I bite my lip and silently rejoiced at the excuse for us to get physically closer. I weaved the straps under and over and pulled with all my might as our bodies crashed together.
41-35-40. My woman’s body, which I used to my advantage as a moan escaped my lips.

Fireworks, flowers blooming, lightning striking… all of that.

I opened the door to find a group of pre-school kids, ecstatic to see Kat in her giraffe costume.