Ice
I listened and I knew he was there. I could hear the chink of ice on crystal as he poured his usual gin and tonic. My clothes were laid out on the bed. Stockings, black and seamed, ready to be held up by the suspender belt. The pink rose’s adding softness to the harshness of the black. My matching Bra. No knickers, as requested. My favourite red dress and black sling-back heels completing the outfit. I had spent some time in the shower too, removing hair. My arms, legs and pubic...