temptationsx
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Southern Gentleman [Closed]
Tugging at her tight skirt and criticizing her own appearance in the full-length mirror for the eighth time tonight, Charlotte had finally given into the fact that she really couldn't pull off the same clothing that she wore in her early twenties - at the ripe age of twenty nine, she assumed things would only go downhill from here.
"Ugh!" She huffed to herself in her empty apartment, which had even been lacking furniture. Having just moved to the deep south from the comfort zone of her luxury condo in New York City, everything about the change in lifestyle was certainly going to take some getting used to. She was amazed at her ability to land a date with a relatively attractive male after having met only a few nights prior at some honky tonk bar that she thought was way out of her league. New cities lead to new experiences..
Dropping her skirt and kicking it to a barren corner of her bedroom, Charlotte stepped into a pair of her favorite skin-tight, black leather pants that, in her mind, were very appropriate for the occasion. She had little expectations for the night, and told herself that whatever happens, happens. She wasn't about to hold herself back after her recent track record - or lack thereof - with the male species.
A gentle knock at her door tore her attention away from her own reflection in the mirror, and she slipped a hand through her long, tousled blonde locks before sliding into a pair of black pumps and shuffling towards the door. She opened it to reveal a tall, dark, and handsome man dressed simply in a charcoal grey t-shirt that perfectly silhouetted his well-toned physique, along with a pair of deep blue jeans and black leather boots. His greeting was laced with a heavy, yet charming southern accent that had Charlotte swooning.
"Well hello, Grant." Charlotte smiled ever so softly as he offered her his hand to escort her out to his ramped up pick-up truck.
Tugging at her tight skirt and criticizing her own appearance in the full-length mirror for the eighth time tonight, Charlotte had finally given into the fact that she really couldn't pull off the same clothing that she wore in her early twenties - at the ripe age of twenty nine, she assumed things would only go downhill from here.
"Ugh!" She huffed to herself in her empty apartment, which had even been lacking furniture. Having just moved to the deep south from the comfort zone of her luxury condo in New York City, everything about the change in lifestyle was certainly going to take some getting used to. She was amazed at her ability to land a date with a relatively attractive male after having met only a few nights prior at some honky tonk bar that she thought was way out of her league. New cities lead to new experiences..
Dropping her skirt and kicking it to a barren corner of her bedroom, Charlotte stepped into a pair of her favorite skin-tight, black leather pants that, in her mind, were very appropriate for the occasion. She had little expectations for the night, and told herself that whatever happens, happens. She wasn't about to hold herself back after her recent track record - or lack thereof - with the male species.
A gentle knock at her door tore her attention away from her own reflection in the mirror, and she slipped a hand through her long, tousled blonde locks before sliding into a pair of black pumps and shuffling towards the door. She opened it to reveal a tall, dark, and handsome man dressed simply in a charcoal grey t-shirt that perfectly silhouetted his well-toned physique, along with a pair of deep blue jeans and black leather boots. His greeting was laced with a heavy, yet charming southern accent that had Charlotte swooning.
"Well hello, Grant." Charlotte smiled ever so softly as he offered her his hand to escort her out to his ramped up pick-up truck.
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