Someone's husband bought this booth thinking it'd buy him time alone with me. He hasn't realized I'm just waiting for the right song before I make him watch. Darling, you should see what I haven't taken off yet.
Someone's husband bought this booth thinking it'd buy him time alone with me. He hasn't realized I'm just waiting for the right song before I make him watch. Darling, you should see what I haven't taken off yet.
He told his wife he's in Chicago on business. He's actually downstairs fetching me champagne while I stretch out in his bed wearing nothing but his poor judgment. Darling, checkout isn't until eleven.
The driver keeps glancing in his mirror like he's never seen a woman enjoy the ride before. Keep your eyes on the road, darling — or pull over and find out how much worse I can be.
Borrowed a yacht for the weekend. The owner's been below deck repaying the favor since noon and I'm still not finished with him. You're only getting this angle — the rest would sink you.
The heat in this city is obscene — so I found a rooftop with cold champagne and fewer questions. Darling, I haven't decided yet whether I'm staying for the view or becoming it.
The champagne is still cold and the night has hours left in it, but I needed a minute alone with this mirror. Darling, don't knock — I'm nowhere near finished.
Coming home at dawn with someone else still warm on my skin, and my husband already making coffee like a good boy. This is just the wreckage, darling — you should have seen the crash.
Past midnight and I finally let him earn what my husband pays for. Darling, you're only getting this angle — the full view would break you.
By Wednesday, the ones who swore they'd resist are already making excuses to see me again. Darling, I don't chase. I just leave the door cracked and watch them push their way through.
They say nothing good happens after midnight. Darling, everything I do after midnight is deliberate — this is when the city sleeps and I decide who wakes up ruined.