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Am I your type?

Added 2025-04-15 17:22:35 +0000 UTC

You’re walking down the quiet street, hands stuffed in your pockets, nerves buzzing. Your friend said she was tall. You like tall. That’s all you knew—no pics, no details. Just a “trust me.”

Then you see her.

Standing under the streetlight like a gothic street statue come to life—midriff bare, black leather hugging her hips, jet-black boots that add even more to her already towering frame. Her eyes catch yours from a block away, and she smirks, tilting her head like she already knows every thought racing through yours.

You get closer. Then closer.

She doesn’t stop getting bigger.

You’re maybe ten feet away now and craning your neck up like you’re approaching a monument. Her boots thud as she steps forward, hips swaying with slow, deliberate power.

She has to be over nine feet tall.

You stop in your tracks.

She leans down just enough to look you straight in the eye, lips parting into a teasing grin.
“So… am I your type?” she asks, voice dripping with playful menace.

Your throat is dry, but all you can do is nod.