Sitting in the next room...
That dress, I am pretty sure that dress caused a few car accidents. It was perfect, the whole night was perfect. Although the party was impromptu, this had been planned for years. I just had to wait for the right moment.
When I walked in, I knew everyone saw, but he was the only one I needed to notice me. Like magnets, I am drawn to him. My heeled boots clicking and clacking, just the right amount of leg showing. Like shooting fish in a barrel. I can't wait.
My heart has been his since I met him. In this dress, with this make-up, I am going to show him that my body wants him more. I grab a drink as I saunter towards him, what and how a woman holds something can be just as important to seduction as what she is wearing.
"Hey," I say with a slight moan, that only he picks up on... Because he is solely focused on me, I know he is mine. The ring on his finger is just a speed-bump now.
What's he biggest heist have ever I pulled? Well he is,
Sitting in the next room...
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David Brandy
My very first story crafting was an imaginary game that me and my two younger brothers would play when I was 12. My love of storytelling manifested itself quickly. Today I am a husband, father, and business owner.
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