Dear Author,
Yeah, I like to wear women’s heels… so what? So what if I like to dance in them. Who is that hurting exactly? Why does he tell me I look like a freak when I dress looking like this? What the hell does he know anyway? I’m hot! When I dance in these heels, men can’t take their eyes off of me. It’s true, damn it! So why can he? Why can he look away? Judge me. Leave me.
All I want to do is dance. For him… and love… him. Why can’t he love me like this?
Photo Description:
Long legs, encased in leather tight enough to be skin. Black six-inch stiletto-heeled boots. Topless with creamy smooth skin. I cannot see his eyes but he looks lonely. Like the world sits on his shoulders.
This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is an Open Road" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.
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