Strapon story
The skintight black patent leather minidress should have been the first warning. Instead, it was the bait, and she reeled me right in. I'd stopped off at my favorite hangout after work. It was mostly older college students and young professionals not too far removed from the campus. I was chatting with a few buddies when I spotted her. She was just standing on the edge of the dance floor, surveying the room, her hips barely undulating in time to the music. She was the woman who had starred in...