"I need a kiss for good luck," Sam murmurs. She lowers and centers the purple strap to Silvia's mouth. Silvia parts her lips and wraps her mouth around the tip of the purple strap. She coats it with her spit before pulling back and pressing her lips to the very end of it, leaving a red lipstick mark behind. Light-headed. That's the only word for it. Somehow, even doing something as unfamiliar as sex with a woman while being loaded with calories, Silvia looks regal. Sam whimpers. In a transformation only rivaled by Sailor Moon, Sam zips in a flurry, adjusts straps, and - in the wet dreams of lesbians who favour carabiners - she lowers her boxers to reveal that this is no ordinary fanny pack! Instead, it is an o-ring joque harness with a velcro fanny-pack attachment. Sam awaits the compliment they are sure is coming. After all, this is the coolest item they own. "Cool, right?" They say, when no such compliment is forthcoming. Sam lowers her boxers to reveal that her fanny pack is, in fact, a harness with a fanny pack velcroed to it, thus making the joque harness deeply unsexy. And to think that Silvia is wearing overly-tight lingerie for this. She makes a face, looking between Sam's face and the harness. Cool, right? Absolutely not. "It's a very..." She searches for the word. "Lesbian accessory. It's very you." Which is the politest way that Silvia could call Sam an embarrassing little dyke.
like this if you are impressed by sam's cool accessory and do NOT think they are an embarrassing little dyke
