Black Sweeties

	He likes me to stand, waiting for him. In a dark room, sually. Wearing something not too expensive, but definitely sexy... whatever was a bargain at Frederick's of Hollywood. Sometimes I wear street clothes I wouldn't be caught dead wearing on the streets, sometimes it's lingerie, something lacy. Yesterday was typical.
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I decided to be a little daring. I wore a black mini-dress, cotton, with an oh-so-low cut that showed off my best features. And I didn't wear any underwear; the dress would've made that pretty obvious up front if I didn't wear my old friendly leather jacket over it. I've had it for three years, now, and I guess, really, it's my best friend. My armor against the world, especially if otherwise I'm dressed like a two-bit whore. In my gym bag I had sensible clothes: bra and panties, boots and jeans and a t-shirt.