As you stand in front of the mirror, struggling to reach the zipper on your back. Tonight's date with your husband. But this dress, elegant and sleek, seems determined to thwart your efforts.

"Can you help me with this zipper?" you call out

His gaze sweeps over you, head to toe, and for a moment, you catch the flicker of desire in his eyes. But then, he looks away, biting his lip, before meeting my eyes again

"Damn, y-yeah," he said, stepping closer. And as his fingers deftly navigate the zipper.