I'd choose fantasy over the real world any day of the week.
Lord knows I didn't want to go to this party, but he insisted. He always insists and the introvert in me always resents him for it. Not that I don't enjoy a good night out; I love the energy in the atmosphere on a night like this. The light scent of my perfume and his cologne forming a perfect blend throughout the bedroom as we get dressed. The way this beautiful fragrance follows us to the car and seems to fill the whole vehicle. How it seems to instantly dissipate at the very moment he drops the top on his convertible. The stars filling the sky so much that I can't help but look up and get lost in them. The cool air gently brushing against my skin before he even turns on the engine.
By ije29 days ago in Filthy