Accepting the Entire Package
In a stupor of green lungs I had wandered out of my apartment for the very first time in dress. My petite feet clacked along the pavement at midnight through my zipper boots, my God do I adore velvet. They were crimson with visages of pink roses wrapped along the toes and heels. The warm summer air still lingered. It brushed against my black leggings gently, just enough pressure to remind me of my nerves. They faded like my cutoff jean shorts, frayed just below my tucked cock where my leggings...