Plot: So because Karlie's bday is fast approaching my god forsaken mind thought it'd be a good idea to write up some birthday smut. It's humorous, so decide now whether or not you want to use your hand to stop yourself from laughing at your screen in public or the more southerly activity. Or maybe you can do both! How talented. Please message me privately so that we can discuss other methods because you seem like a very skilled person and I am more than bored with myself lately. In this ch Taylor has been looking up ways to keep things hot in the bedroom. This research includes buying a sizeable number of different birthday surprises for the birthday girl...
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Karlie's POV
"Bye, guys! Be careful getting back home", I call to Selena and Cara, the last of the party guests to leave Taylor's Rhode Island home.
"I've got it under control", Selena grins back, clearly not drunk at all or even tipsy in comparison to a lolling Cara Delevingne slung over her shoulder. She sings a very strange version of MØ's Kamikaze on the way down the footpath to their car.
As I wave one last time before closing the door I'm ambushed by a squealing Taylor, squeezing me and giggling with delight. I spin around and bring her in for a quick peck on the lips. She grins widely - her ruby red lipstick slightly smudged from a long night of laughing and drinking - and leans up for another kiss, a deeper one. One that I'm not prepared for and so I pull away in surprise.
"Can we do this maybe a little bit later?", I ask blushing hard from Taylor's confident acts of affection.
"Aw, babe", Taylor groans, maybe a little bit drunker than I am. Her words are only the slightest bit slurred. "I want to give you another birthday present", she pouts.
I can't help but smile at how cute she looks right now. She bleached her hair and dyed it a faded peachy colour. It's messed up at one side from the heat of the crowds that once filled up her now empty house. Her white Vampire Weekend shirt is hanging off of one of her shoulders, and her shorts are low on her hips. Taylor's eyeliner is smudged at the outer corners of her eyes and her breath smells like her favourite rose flavoured wine. I always tease her and tell her it's such a mom thing to get drunk on wine but she never listens to me.
"We can have sex in an hour or so, I want to help clean your place up first", I say, taking her pouting face in my hands and kissing her forehead.
"But Karlie, I got ya something. In fact, I got you lots of somethings!", Taylor says with a mischievous tipsy giggle.
"What are you talking about?", I sigh as I clear away some plates from her coffee table.
"I visited a fetish store online–"
"A what?", I exclaim.
"Cara helped me pick it out. She knows her stuff. Listen to me, I got like twenty percent off of my purchase because they were having a sale and we just gotta try them out!"
I stare at Taylor's hazy eyes. They're sparkling behind the cloud of alcohol induced mist and they're not going to leave me alone until I obey they're orders.
"A fetish store?", I repeat. "Like, whips and handcuffs and stuff?"
"Mhmm, we can try out whatever you want first and then I'll pick. We can make it into a game", Taylor grins. "Come on, birthday girl, let's give you your presents."
