In the morning I dressed for work so cold I wore extra layers; a cardigan over my blouse, thigh high socks that came near to the edge of my skirt, and knee length leather boots that seemed impenetrable to the cold though they were pointy and dainty all the same. So there I was, at my desk, covered up, buttoned up, tight and warm until I became hot. As soon as he came into the office I was flushed with a heat that made me blush to think about. And those pearlized buttons on my blouse that went all the way up to my neck felt tighter and tighter with every rushed breath that I took.

"Hello Grant," I said to him in the breakroom when we bumped into one another. But my eyes dropped down and I felt the weight of the full room looking upon us and I decided I needed some tea and busied myself. I fled before he gave much of any response, except for the tight smile that he often gets, the one that makes me wonder if he has something to say, the one that gives me hope when I close my eyes at night.

"Hello Emma," he said to me at the elevators when the day was over and that same flushed heat rushed into me instantly though I was much more preoccupied by the fact that nobody was around. "It's cold outside you know," he said as he motioned to my open jacket. So I tried to close the toggles, but my gloved hands fumbled as we stood outside the elevator, and fumbled more inside the elevator, and by the time we reached the lobby I had only managed half of them but my mind was preoccupied with that smile of his that was no longer tight....it was an easy smile, and there was a crinkle to his eyes.

He stopped me before I could exit the building half buttoned and still open to the frigid air. "Here, let me help?" he offered but it wasn't really a question and I felt the pearl button at the top of my blouse where the neck line was so tight and every breathe sounded loud in my ears even as I tried to quell the explosion of my thoughts and thumping heart. He stepped near. He fastened a toggle, closed another, and pulling the fabric together over my breasts where the stretch of the cloth was so tight he looked me in the eyes. "Tight fit, it'll keep you warm though." But then he was done, the buttons were fastened, and with a slip of his fingertip over the line of skin just above my jacket collar I felt the rush of his breath on my face and watched him turn and walk out the door.

Vanilla Sunday Q&A

What is Vanilla Sunday?

Vanilla Sunday, similarly to our Wednesday theme days, are meant to give a little inspiration and community vibe to the place. There is no obligation to join in but if you would like you are welcome to just post or comment on a post tagged [Tight]! Click here to see all posts tagged [Tight]

What is vanilla?

Vanilla is sexy stuff that doesn’t involve kinks, fetishes, or any particularly unusual setup. It's just about partners enjoying each others’ company.

Is this just for roleplay?

Not at all! We would totally love to see requests to chat about vanilla experiences or a dream vanilla date, as well as posts that are roleplay setups.

Why are we doing this?

Sex is awesome! Vanilla Sunday is all about highlighting some delicious vanilla offerings and encouraging people to explore them.

How does this work?

Don't worry, it's easy to do! Just make a post and tag it [Tight] so that people know you're looking for the sweet sexy stuff!

Can I post a vanilla [Share]?

Yes! Shares of vanilla interactions between you and a DPP partner are always welcomed. Be sure to get your partner's clear consent before posting.