Seductive black

I bought this outfit to turn him on. The black fishnet hugs my legs and melts into lace at the thigh, while the leather straps at my waist and wrists snap the whole look together. Above the knee the skirt is short and pleated, almost innocent, like a schoolgirl uniform. One glance and you see the split inside me: the soft lace girl, the hard leather edge, the skirt that says she still wants to play. I slide my hand under the hem, fingers finding wet heat, and start to touch myself right there, slow, lazy strokes, because tonight it’s just me, my body, and the way this outfit makes me feel alive.