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The tops of her thigh-high fishnets keep drawing my eyes back.

Can you have too many partners? I say “no.”

Black hair, brown highlights, a denim minidress, and generous decolletage.

She was standing right there, and I couldn’t not look.

She’s all in black, with lavender lips, and she won’t look at me.

It’s only a matter of time.

A night out, a few too many, and no regrets worth mentioning.

She looks sad.

Black stockings on pale legs, and why my imagination is the hottest thing going.

Imperfection can be hot.