Little Black Dress

Have you ever seen anything like that?

The type that you will be stunned by when you see it's beauty. Just like what is written in the novels of girls in this era. The type that is so beautiful will take your breath away... Hey! I know it sounds really greasy. But a young woman in a tiny black dress just walked into the room. I want you to be an exception. 'Cause you turn everyone away...yes, everyone

But I accept it. I am also one of those guys who can't stop looking at her.

That sweet, beautiful face really caught my eye. Probably because he had beautiful blue eyes that attracted him. Even though it's a cool color, it's like there's fire burning in it. Haha. That's not the main reason I look at her. Probably because...her body is really cool. It's not like a clay bomb. But it's like...hmmm. It's a bit difficult to explain, to put it simply.

It's the kind you want to hold on to all night.

Both the wavy black hair that was mesmerizing and the white legs that stuck out from the hem of the skirt were flawless. White, clean skin as if defying the fashion of sunbathing. With a face that is so beautiful and sweet To put it bluntly, it is a unique beauty. It's like there's a special atmosphere around. Even people who don't know anything at all will know that they are wearing an expensive dress that has been specially and meticulously tailored.

Because of all these crazy reasons, I can't stop looking at her. Yes, she is beautiful...very beautiful. But she also comes with dangers. That thin body radiating dangerous light would be obvious. Like a carving made of sharp ice.

It's okay...that's good.

That's good, you know? If there were such striking people at the event, things wouldn't seem so boring. Because that makes me want to melt her even more until she dies on my chest. But even so... this girl's eyesight is not ordinary. The moment his eyes met, it was like electricity flowed through his entire body.

How should I say it, but at least it's definitely not like normal people. I could tell just by those clear blue eyes staring at me. Just send your eyes and you can control it to follow commands. It's a look that isn't easy to find.

'Wow...you have the greatest attraction.'

The more dangerous she looks The more it made me want to play with her. Hmmmm...it's probably like when we were kids we were told not to play with lighters. Do not throw paper in the classroom. Do not eat Nutella in bed. The more we want to do it. The more you do it, the more you feel victory in the flow of feelings.

I think I'm grown up now. That feeling hasn't gone anywhere...just that his attention has changed its direction. and reduced to a few things that I wanted to do Which was quite fun. Two legs wrapped in dark skinny jeans confidently stepped forward. Its destination is the attractive thing in the event...you.

“Young lady in black, are you here alone?”

She smiled. I felt like I had made a big mistake. The ground beneath my feet suddenly It wobbles and sways like standing on jelly. Because that was the vicious charm of a thin woman. My heart nearly stopped when I heard her voice.

“If you come with someone else. Are you coming to greet me?” A sweet, clear voice from those enticing lips answered.

“Maybe...if you come with a giant gorilla. I would probably have to think about it first.”

young woman laughing Her expression was as genuine as it should be...great. Her lips lingered in a beautiful smile. I tried not to think of it as kissable. and tried to pay attention to her voice It was as clear as a glass bell.

“If you come with a friend who is that unique. I would probably answer that I came alone.”

That's good...that's good. I'm not happy to hear you say that. The blood in his body was all hot, probably because of the alcohol in his bloodstream that was beginning to poison him. No, it's not because of you at all.

“Great… shows that You still need someone to sit and talk with.”

"Actually, sitting alone isn't that bad. What do you say?"

“But if there is just one person sitting and talking, The drink in your hand might have more flavor.”

“Who will you recommend to me? No young men over there.” She nodded to a corner of the room. The girl shrugged slightly. “They look busy. with a girl at another table.”

“Wow…I think so. So I will introduce it to men with curly hair. Five feet tall and I don't know how many inches. And I'm still single for a bit. I hope you like it.”

“Wow, that sounds interesting.”

“And he is right in front of you.”

“Oh… really fast.”

She and I laughed together.

“I don't know if I'm imagining it or not? But that group of women has been looking at you for a long time.”

It looks like it's going to be a bit of a hassle. Normally when I come to this place I don't really want to talk. But her teasingly curious expression was extremely sexy.

“Actually, I am quite Ah…it is widely known.”

“Huh? Who exactly are you?”

“Who is it? It's not very important, ma'am. But if you want to be called something other than 'Miss'. You can change it to Mr. Style."

“Nickname? You must be a DJ?”

“It's not...” I pursed my lips, trying not to imagine those boring reactions. I hope she's not like that. Not like those girls. Come on, I'm expecting you. “I am a member of a boy band.”

“Oh…I'm so happy. I might be able to show it to my friends now?” The goddess of luck seemed to be on my side. She didn't really know me. Because if it's too much of a great performance,

“Are you showing off?”

“Actually,” the woman's expression became a little tense. “I also have something to tell you.”

I'm secretly excited...what is your secret? No matter what topic it is, it's all interesting. Because there are too many secrets about you. So much that I wanted to know everything.

"In fact...it's me."

“When you sing in the bathroom, you become an opera singer as well,” the woman answered in a clear voice. A slender hand lifted up behind his ear. She raised her eyebrows at me.

“I bet the box seat belongs to Shampoo.”

"L'Oreal, Herbal Essence is close behind."

“My stage edge is Nike too. Nike Air.”

We both smiled at each other again. I don't know how many times. But it still feels good. I know it sucks...but I love that she doesn't know she's famous. And I really like that she doesn't seem interested.

“It's already late. Little black girl.”

“It's late already?”

“It's too late to go home alone.”

“It's okay. Because my gorilla friends would be able to take me back,” she said, smiling. Raise your drink glass and take a sip. Her intelligent personality adds to her appeal.

“Good, don't go back alone.”

It's good, you know? Because it's good for me

“Young lady in the little black dress,” I called her again. She seemed to like me calling her that. Because the corners of those lips were raised high. “Today, you decorated your face with makeup. She picked up a beautiful skirt. She walked in here wearing expensive shoes. Who are you doing this for?”

"For something..." The woman frowned slightly. His face showed signs of thinking. Yes…it's really sexy. “That is not for romantic reasons at all.”

“You don't like romance.”

She shook her head slightly, “Actually, I like things that look a little bit mean. Is that weird?”

“Not at all...because anything that looks risky is exciting,” I replied, seeming to agree with the strange woman. Try to fix your eyes on her with emerald eyes. I know those looks are charming. And now I really need charm.

“Just like me.”

“What seems risky?”

“If you think like that. I will receive it with joy.”

girl laughing “You're really funny.”

It's not good. I can't take it anymore, Miss Black Girl. The images in my head are popping up more than bubbles. What's going on in my head between her and me...if I think of something cute and romantic, that's the last thing in my mind. It's impossible for me. Do you want to know? I'm sorry.

I can't say because it's not good at all....not good at all, you know?

I want to see how hot your moves are...baby.

OK, my hair is terrible, but hey! I am a man too...a man who is going through puberty. I have enough strength. I also have a strong sex drive.

“Miss Black, what is your favorite song?”

“Favorite song?” she repeated. “It depends on your mood. But now there are other things I like more than listening to music.”

“What is it?”

“Oh…I guess that's what you need to find out.” She narrowed her eyes, her blue eyes strangely burning. “But it's not too close or too far from here.”

The young mother in the tiny black dress touched her lips and ran her fingers along them. Her venomous expression couldn't be underestimated. That is also an interesting charm.

“Huh?…Guess it's something hot. And it's really bad.”

“Maybe yes....and maybe not.”

I laugh

“Damn! You should probably be classified as second dangerous. Second only to the alcohol tonight.”

“You are one thing that is dangerous. Mr. Style”

"Hey! I won't hurt you.”

“I know.” She gently swung the cocktail glass in her hand. Thin hands, feet and chin “Sounds a little boring.”

“But it's not bad.” The woman smiled at me again. I accidentally laughed again.

“Ah, your drink has run out, miss.” He didn't wait for her to answer. I moved to order a new drink from the bartender. “I would like two Orthodox-style martinis, please.”

“Do you usually order drinks for every woman?”

“Only the day, today is a good time to drink a martini.”

“Hmm..Martini day?” His blue eyes shone brightly against the darkness. “It suits you well. Mr. Bones Or should I call him Mr. Style?”

“Whatever you want to call me, I turn away. Especially a beautiful one like you.”

She smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth. Did I tell you about the vintage red lipstick she has on her lips? It suits her very much. It's one of my two favorite colors next to the blue in her irises.

“But if it's done well...the style will be better. Bones is a little too American.”

“Oh,” she smiled again, “Yes, British Boy.”

“The last glass will be Cinderilla.” The woman raised the thin, clear glass and shook it slightly. Bright liquid flowing with force “Because after midnight I probably have to go.”

“Then before reaching the last glass, it's my duty.”

“That sounds...interesting.”

The more I talk to her, the more I'm sure. I like talking to her and looking at her. Right now I'd rather do something else.

Do you want to know what it is? Hey! Come on, it's not difficult to guess, my friend!

Not too long until the club closed. People started leaving, including both of us. Her thin body was as soft as wax on fire because of the alcohol. Hey, I didn't drug you. We both drank. It's just that I happen to have a stiffer neck.

“It's okay.”

“Very comfortable,” she replied, her milky face still beautiful. The blue eyes were dazzling and sparkling with a glimmer of light. The young woman stood up with a slight stagger... I understand. And what I expected happened, a fragile but seductive figure completely powerless to walk away. My arms have been born for this all my life.

Very thin...but soft

“It's time to go home. Cinderilla,” the young boy whispered in his ear. Holding the thin body in my arms a little closer A close touch that made me go crazy. Her delicate body looked as if it would shatter if hugged. Which makes me want to do bad things to her...not good at all.

“Her glass slipper is gone from her foot.”

Her narrowed eyes looked seductive. “My pumpkin carriage is probably gone.”

A hot breath escaped his delicate lips.

“Good.” I saw the depths of her eyes. I'm more confident than driving a car with lights leading the way at night...that she wants the same thing. The same thing I thought We understand each other without words to communicate. She closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly. Clear eyelashes and cheeks Because a strand of her hair had fallen from behind her ear to fall into her face.

So I had the opportunity to pick up that section of hair and tuck it back. Both she and I found an excuse to have a moment of staring at each other again. I lifted the corners of my mouth and smiled like girls like. Great...I know...I know. That you are one of them

I raised my head and looked deeply into the other person's eyes with a look that emphasized my inner desire. Before speaking, a voice blurred from his throat.

“Because I will take you home myself.”