New Year’s Eve. Clock is ticking and tension rises.
Not because it’s almost midnight in a few hours and one has to celebrate and kiss and drink and party all night long in a perfunctory way.
Tension rises because of what we have in mind.
You and me.
We are friends for life and tonight ‘partners in crime’.
We have our own dresscode and it’s called latex.
You wear red and mine’s matte black.
Two catsuits, with only one zipper that can be opened from both sides.
If you want to know how far (you can reach), think, use your imagination.
You know the answer.