Fire On Fire

As I stood in front of the mirror, my gaze drifted over my reflection, my eyes tracing the curves of the dress that hugged my body. I couldn't help but stare at the way the vibrant red fabric seemed to glow against my skin.

The dress was a tiny, shiny thing, its short hem flirting with the tops of my thighs. The tiny straps sat high on my shoulders, leaving a vast expanse of skin bare. The satin-like material caught the light, accentuating every curve and contour of her figure.

My eyes lingered on the way the dress cinched at my waist, emphasizing my narrowest point before flaring out slightly at the hips. I felt a thrill of excitement and confidence as I took in my reflection, the dress making me feel like a completely different person.

I turned slightly to the side, watching as the light danced across the fabric, highlighting the subtle sheen of the material. The dress was daring, provocative, and utterly captivating. I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and allure as I gazed a