“I guess I’m lucky that you’re into awkwardly skinny men,” I reply with a wry smile, tipping my head down to watch his big hand slide up my leg. Once it gets near my hip, I put my hand on top of his and rest it there as his hand moves back down my leg.
“Do you want me to wear a little skirt for you?” My tone is a little playful, like maybe it’s a joke but maybe it isn’t. I’d wear a skirt for him, no problem. Maybe a few years ago, I wouldn’t have entertained the idea, but now? Easy work. “Maybe something plaid and pleated, hm? With knee high socks?”
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Date: 2023-11-09 05:43 am (UTC)“Do you want me to wear a little skirt for you?” My tone is a little playful, like maybe it’s a joke but maybe it isn’t. I’d wear a skirt for him, no problem. Maybe a few years ago, I wouldn’t have entertained the idea, but now? Easy work. “Maybe something plaid and pleated, hm? With knee high socks?”