As I get out of the shower and wrap myself with the soft fuzzy white towel I think of you. Your strong hands, how they hold my body, how they tease me. I think of how you can almost read my mind in the uncanny way you know what I'm in the mood for; soft and romantic or hard and rough, you know when I feel like playing around and when I just want you to fuck me. So when I came home and found the playful new outfit you had...