Clar
Holy s**t. I look hot.
I twirled around the mirror one last time, running my hands across the black thin satin dress that is hugging my body at the right places. My hands lightly shivered as I touched the cold diamond choker wrapped around my neck. I got lost in my thought as I watch it glimmer every time the lights hit it.
Bending down, I snapped my stockings in place and ruffled my hair.
“f**k me” I immediately heard Nick as I stepped out of our closet. He had been waiting for me, still in his jeans but his top is now long gone. He had been telling me about the time he was in coma and all that he can see is me in this sinner’s outfit, tending to his needs, and sometimes, even riding him. I can feel myself getting red because truth to be told, I would've done that if there
