Your Imagination Always Makes Me Wet

You said "We're holding each other back," in that male but sob-struck voice that first made me force down your cum in hopes of somehow capturing that too. I remember the time you held me locked in the closet of your bedroom after one of the last big fights we had. You began it as a form of bondage, blindfolding me restrained with badly knotted ropes and giggles. I knew you were dressing me up again and couldn't wait to see what I would be. We'd explored far past naughty school-child, harem slave and the whole doctor thing. Your imagination always makes me wet. But this time gave me my vision before the huge mirror in the back of my closet and I was dressed as....a girl. In a pink-flowered mall-girl dress and crudely done make-up in streaks of soft coral and bronze.