That Dress
A dress can start a thousand things... Sex is just one...I know what she's doing, keeping me waiting. I could tell the very moment she snatched the dress out of my hand and the corner of her mouth turned up, she knows she's driving me insane and I know she's doing it on purpose. I feel like a teenager again. I've lost my cool, my sleek chill all but disappears when she is near. I flop back onto the bed, breathing deeply and trying to relax. She must be the only woman capable of...