My Turn
Holding my hand tighter, you pull me through the open door. I reluctantly follow into the darkened interior as you take both of my hands, opening my arms and wrapping them around you from the back, encouraging me to squeeze. You can feel my whole body trembling from nervous anticipation. It isn’t the temperature that is making me tremble, although it should be considering the wardrobe you picked out: my floor length Matrix style leather coat, six-inch heeled, knee high pirate boots, fishnets,...