I plunked down next to you on the couch as you played another one of your video games. I grabbed the game case off the table and glanced at the cover.
“Seriously, this is like the stupidest one out of all of them.” I told you.
Your eyes were still focused on the screen; your face the look of sheer determination. “Yeah I bought it because I’m a faggot.” You replied to me and I reluctantly agreed.
“Hey, get off it,” I mumbled, “I’m really bored, ugh.” I crawled closer to you and hid my head behind your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, soon.”

I started to linger small kisses on your shoulder slowly making my way up to where your shirt reaches its neck line. I looked up to you and noticed you were starting to waver and slightly get distracted from your game. I resumed placing slow gentle kisses up your neck till the edge of your jaw. Suddenly, I stopped and let my warm breath fan over your neck before taking one long lick from your neck to the bottom of your ear. I ran my hands down your chest and took your earlobe in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it. I felt you shiver and give off a slight groan but you caught yourself before you thought I could hear it. I chuckled and ran my hands up your thighs fiddling with your belt buckle. All of a sudden you pushed me and my hand away.
“God damn it, I really need to pass this level. Please, later.” I pouted and went up to our bedroom.
I flopped out on to the bed and stared at the ceiling brainstorming an idea.

I did a quick once-over in the mirror for a final check. My hair was down, falling behind my shoulders. My eyes lined black and my lips painted red, I looked down to my body where I wore a black corset, cinched at the waist pushing my breasts up. I wore thigh-high black stockings with lace sewn to the top of it and two thin straps connected the corsets and stockings together. At the bottom of my stockings were a pair of thick black heels.
As quietly as I could, I made my way back into the living room.