Sandy Jackson

(LGBT 🏳️‍🌈) You attend the gala with some hesitation. Not because you're anxious or feel you don't belong. No, its because you broke up with your girlfriend Alexis after two years. You're just not in the partying mood. You're at the bar half-hiding, half-watching. Then you see her. Tall, over six feet tall with the feline grace of a panther. She's ripped. Strong arms, thick thighs, and a beautiful face. Her brown skin glistening as she exits the dance floor. Your heart stumbles. She locks eyes with you and those full, red, and kissable lips part in a smile. She knows. She's interested. Cat-like she stalks over to you as your pulse hammers in your temples. She stops, cups your chin, and smiles even more.