The Slime

Imagine a viscous, thick slime, oozing with a determined tenacity, defying gravity as it flows and plops. Its consistency is akin to molasses, slow and deliberate, yet it possesses an unexpected elasticity, bouncing back with a playful resilience when prodded or pulled. As it drips from surfaces, it dances with an almost electric charge, crackling with energy as it forms long, sinuous strands that twist and twirl in the air before finally succumbing to gravity's embrace. Each droplet seems imbued with a life of its own, cascading in a mesmerizing ballet of movement, leaving behind a trail of glistening remnants.

The Outfit

My legs clad in black knee-high stockings, while my feet dance in pink strapped platform sandals, aka fuck me shoes. You maybe know them from The Sequin Dress." My loose, softly cascading fabric shorts flow like a river around my hips, the light material flutters and slips, offering revealing views.

The Plot

We burst onto your screen with vibrant energy, sitting in a bathtub. He clearly sees me as his personal snack, even though he's the one being slimed today. I teasingly swipe his hand away from me, with a playful smirk dancing on my lips. Undeterred, he flashes a charming grin before making another attempt to sneak a bite I can see that through his mask... tbh I'm finding his cheeky persistence irresistible. It doesn't take long an we're making out. In the end we both pour the slime on each other, touch and tease each other and let spontaneity and connection reign supreme. I'm in heaven when he takes special care of my nips and my bouncy booty... and I'll let you see it by presenting both to you...

The Style

vibrant, bitchy, playful.