The tight red dress

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He has been very quiet throughout the day and
spoke only the most necessary words to me. Did I
upset him too much? Were my words too
rigourous, weren't they? I just wanted to make
him know that I also have an opinion.

We have reserved a table. Should I cancel it?
Should I ask him or just do it? Or would it be
appropriate to have a conversation first? I try my
luck..

„Hey!"

„Hey? What do you want?"

He seems a little annoyed. I can understand. On
some days I'm quite a bitch and turn a mosquito
into an elephant.

„Well, glad you're asking. I want you to dress
elegantly"

»Ok", he answered.

Ok? No refutation? I'm confused, but don't
show it.

He went into the bedroom and left the door open
a gap. Intentionally? Did he want me to watch him
change? At least I did this until he caught me and
closed the door with a grin.

The sight of his perfect body turned me on. And in
addition, this shy grin when he closed the door.
He drives me crazy, so I came up with
something .... the tight red dress.

I put my hair up, inserted earrings, brought some makeup to my delicate skin and put on the dress with a pair of black pumps.

Every time I wore this outfit, he couldn't keep his hands off me. And that was the plan.

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