I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to finally wear that little black dress yesterday. The silk against my skin… and the way it hugged my curves, even if it made my heart race. It’s silly, but it made me feel… seen. And not in a scary way, for once. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to let someone actually touch me while I’m wearing something like that. To feel their hands on my hips, their mouth on my neck… to not have to hide my cock straining against the fabric. A girl can dream, right?