You've been given specific guidelines for what (and what not) to wear. You're a bit self conscious about not wearing a bra or panties in public and you've been trying to hide your hard nipples from the bartender as you're also excited in spite of yourself. "May I join you?" My voice in your ear, warm breath tickling your neck. My hand at the small of your back may as well be a leash announcing that I own you. How is it that we've only been texting until now?
Let's write the rest together.

