when sugar tastes like salt

𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑅𝑒𝑑♥︎

Laying there dazed out of his mind. His fingers scrolling through every app on his phone trying to entertain himself. It was 11pm a summer sunday night. Having to go to school tomorrow wasn't something anyone wanted to think about.

George was feeling a bit ambitious tonight. His LED lights on the bright cherry red color he loved most. Yet the bright rays of the moon always seemed to overtake the red coloring on the surrounding walls. Turning them into a lighter shade. He didn't mind of course he always looked forward to the night. So peaceful and at ease. He could do whatever and feel whatever he wanted, without judgement.

He hovered his thumb over his contacts, reasoning with himself whether to call his buddy Alex or not to possibly sneak out to another party. The rush drove him crazy, parties retracted him from the cold reality crumbling over him.

Instead, his eyes shot to a familiar contact "clay<3"
now mesmerized by the thoughts of last weeks party. Coping with things in such unhealthy ways. Hooking up with strangers, drinking, and smoking. The thing about this stranger was different. Usually when he hooked up with randoms, they would part ways. But the sense of enjoyment around this stranger felt foreign to george.

The cause of being at ease with the late night vibes, George always seems to be filled with hot flames of lust. He huffed harshly then pursing his lips together, folding the soft comforter off his legs. Phone still in hand, his legs now draping off the side of the bed. Pinching the bridge of his pristine nose.

He slid down off his bed, creasing the sheets beneath him. Making an abrupt approach to his closet. George swiftly kneeled down, eyeing a box that was hidden by the clothing above. He brushed his dainty finger across the leather material, gripping the handle.

The box was built like a suit-case. A pattern similar to cow spots. A velvety texture on the sides, scaly leather on the top. All covered in a shiny black. George scooted inches out of the closet, placing his phone on the tufted carpet beside him. Now sitting on his knees, he unhooked the metal clasps that kept it locked. Lifting the lid up then revealing a blood red lingerie. A set of red bunny ears laid on top of the thin fabrics.

Plucking at the silky cloth, unfolding it ever so slightly as he lifted it out of the box. A small smirk tugged at his lips, the bunny ears returning back inside the box. The material so flaccid and polished. The top was lacy with decorative design covered in tranquil roses. Along with the bottoms, a thin sleek ribbon connected the two pieces of clothing. A corset like piece in the middle affiliated to the rosy top.

Delicately grasping at it, mellowing his way up from the ground. George toddled over to the big mirror that laid still on his bedroom wall. It was about 7 feet tall 5 feet wide. A perfect view of george's elegant figure. George held the lingerie up in front of him. Cocking his head, swaying in every position to see how it would look on him. He's had this in his closet for a while now just never worked up the courage to try it on.

George placed the lingerie on the desk beside him, and began discarding of his sweatpants and hoodie. Tossing them into the metal wired hamper across the room. Leaving himself in his boxers, but soon eliminating those as well.

He regained the touch with the silky fabrics on the desk. George held the bottoms below him and slipped each of his legs through the loops. Pulling the lacy texture over his ass, it fit him so snug. The slim waist band rested ideally on his hips. He wrapped the thin corset around his waist, then placing the straps above around his shoulders. The red corresponding with his pasty skin. He reached around holding onto the plastic clasps and hooked the top together.

Every curve on his body released such a sight, now looking back up at the mirror at his physique. Showing off his flawless long legs, small waist, and thin arms. George trailed his slim fingers up his sides stalling at his shoulders. Feeling up on himself and biting at his lip, he went and grabbed his phone. Pulling up "clay<3" again, tapping the photo icon. His screen changing so the camera was pointing directly at the mirror. A light burn arose to his cheeks, seeing how he looked in this attire.

George made his way down to the comforting floor, again sitting on his knees his thighs compressing against his calves. Pushing his legs to the side leaving an open gap between them. He brought his hand back to his lips, preferably his bottom, lightly tugging at it. These red LED lights made his skin glow in the dark, forcing shadows in the right places. He placed his phone in front of him, making the bottom half of his face adequately visible to the camera. He cocked his head to the side opposite to his phone. The fullness of his hips, and the thin feeling of his waist showing perfect in the frame. Every inch of his body preformed such a heavenly sight. George was living for every moment right now.

George pattered his thumb on the white circle and took a couple photos of himself infront of the mirror. He felt powerful in this type of clothing. George spent a couple minutes looking at the photos he just took of himself. A wave of hesitation hitting him every time he went to send them. Changing up the filters seeing which one fit best with the red. Being so distracted by doing so he sent the photos without realizing. George's eyes widened and his heart rate sped up. Sparks of embers flying to his cheeks and whirled over the surface of his skin. The photos were now delivered. No going back.

You can't delete anything once it's sent on iMessages. He just held his phone looking at the screen. The words "Read 11:57 PM" floated from delivered. The text bubble appearing and disappearing. He shut his phone off immediately, throwing the device on his bed.

Why was he so nervous, the male he was texting has seen his body bare before. George's heart could be heard from the other side of the room. breathing was a bit heavy but soon calming down. A loud ping came from his phone, muffled by the bed sheets. George stumbled over to his bedside grabbing the cold device. the white light eliminated the red glow on his face. finally a text back just saying "woah."

wc - 1135 <3