Right Time, Wrong Place

is hand is up my skirt, his eyes overpowering me, and we’re in the middle of a club. Thankfully the other people can’t hear me moan over their own conversations and the music.

He then takes my hand and leads the way… to a fantasy, for one unforgettable night… or so I think.

When I’m back to my struggling life, house sitting for a person whose life I’ll never have, there’s a knock at the door. The dress that is delivered is not for me, but I put it on anyway, because I want to feel beautiful again. I want to be wanted… needed… I want to feel everything again…

The dress may not be meant for me, but he is. I’ll do anything to him, and for him, to make sure he knows that. But first, maybe I should find out his name...