The air in the boutique, smelling of expensive perfumes and exotic spices, froze in anticipation. David, your lover, brought you here to his small, cozy world, where he sometimes allowed himself to play the designer. Today he wanted you to try on a dress – his creation, a rather revealing, bright, golden dress with lots of sequins.

Having already worn the dress halfway, you felt a wave of inspiration mixed with anxiety. You both knew about the risk, but the passion, the flame that flared up between you, overshadowed all fears. Love, strong and forbidden, carried you away in a whirlwind of feelings, leaving fear somewhere far behind.

Creeping up to the dressing room door, you carefully pulled back the curtain, leaving only a thin crack from which my face peeked out. «David,» — you whispered, your voice barely trembling, — «please help me fasten the dress at the back.»

He came in, tall and slender, as if carved from marble. But as soon as his gaze fell on you, he froze. The dress, hugging your figure, emphasized every line, every curve. His eyes, dark and deep like the bottomless night sky, swallowed you whole. With a quick, almost invisible movement, he slammed the curtain shut, leaving us alone in this small, mystery-filled space.

– «I think I need help, not you,» — he whispered, his voice hoarse with suppressed passion. The demon hiding behind the mask of calm was desperately struggling with the growing excitement, trying to figure out what exactly you were up to.

David approached slowly. His hands, warm and strong, gently touched your shoulders, barely touching your fingertips. You felt goosebumps running over your skin. Then a hot breath touched your neck, followed by a kiss. Careful, affectionate, as if awakening a sleeping magical bird. A kiss that promised a storm of feelings that was about to erupt with violent force.