(F4A) The lights of the convention center glimmered around me, casting an almost magical glow. I stood there, bound to a sturdy pillar, the rough texture of the rope biting gently into my pale skin. My outfit—a seductive combination of leather lingerie
My boobs were my favorite part of my body, but after my friend’s boob job they no longer are. Her tits are perfect, and mine look sad. I’m not complement fishing, I feel like I need to be validated.