Story TimeI’m stretched out on my bed, legs crossed, that li..
Added 2025-03-30 20:13:28 +0000 UTCStory Time
I’m stretched out on my bed, legs crossed, that little black dress hugging every inch of me. The straps keep slipping off my shoulders like they’re teasing on purpose, and the fabric is just short enough to keep things interesting. The room is quiet except for the slow hum of music in the background, and I can’t help but wonder what would happen if you were here right now.
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SHOULD I CONTINUE?
