“Would you ever dress up for sex? You know, roleplaying? With costumes?”
He rolled over in bed to look at me. “Is that something you’d like?”
I blushed. “Well, you know my thing about men in uniform. Maybe - I don’t know - it might be fun to try.”
“And what sort of uniform should I wear for you, babe?” he asked, chuckling.
I thought about it for a moment. The options were tantalizing. “Army,” I decided aloud. “You’d look so hot in that.”
“Alright baby. And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What are you gonna wear for me?”
My brow furrowed. “Wait - I thought this was about you dressing up? I dunno if that’s something I would -”
“Babe,” he cut me off. “If I’m going to be your soldier man, you’re going to be my cheap Saigon prostitute. I know just what you should wear.”
