Jesus Fucking Christ
YOU COULD IMPALE SOMEONE ON THOSE
I feel like I should shop something about firing your lasers over it
Or make a joke about Madonna and cone bras
My skin is burning. I’m flushed, too hot, too cold, and I’m clawing at the sheet beneath me.
You’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no! You’re in and you’re-
Wait no, not what she meant.
Oh and apparently I’m just getting tons of pop culture jokes from this?
“You fit my hand perfectly, Anastasia,” he murmurs and dips his index finger into the cup of my bra and gently yanks it down freeing my breast, but the under wire and fabric of the cup force it upward. His finger moves to my other breast and repeats the process. My breasts swell, and my nipples harden under his steady gaze. I am trussed-up by my own bra.