“What a tease,” you think to yourself, “I’ll enjoy this.”
You offer me your arm, and together we walk onto the soft sand. “What a tease,” you think to yourself, “I’ll enjoy this.”
You offer me your arm, and together we walk onto the soft sand. My bright red lipstick, the excessive blush on my cheeks, and my dark and lazy mascara and eyeliner make me look almost clownish. It takes an hour for me to even do much as sit up. Alone, penniless, and stranded in the middle of nowhere. I feel so small and weak, your pillar-like arms firmly planted on either side of my head. You reach around my back and completely undo my bra, letting it drift to the sandy floor. A cheap, black shrug hugs the upper half of my torso. You reach around my back and completely undo my bra, letting it drift to the sandy floor. The perfect target. Alone, penniless, and stranded in the middle of nowhere. You start leaning my body backwards until I’m on my back in the cool
