Goth Girl

As they drove to the first shop, Tom couldn't help but let his mind wander what else he could wish for that would make her even more attractive to him. Suddenly got a naughty idea, he had always been attracted to goth girls. He loved the dark, mysterious, and seductive vibes they exuded, so at the first red light he slid his hand down his pocket and grabbed the Coin to make a new wish.

"I wish that Sarah would prefer a more Gothic style"

This time Tom only felt lightheaded for a second and as soon as the light turned green he continued driving as if nothing had happened, although he could feel his heart beating faster with anticipation.

Tom and Sarah arrived at the mall, eager to start their shopping spree. As they walked through the crowded corridors Sarah in, Sarah suddenly spotted a gothic clothing store and tugged at Tom's arm.

"Can we go in there, please?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Sure thing, babe," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips.

They enter the store and are greeted by the scent of incense and the sound of heavy metal music playing in the background. They walk past rows of black leather jackets, studded belts, and corsets before Sarah stops at a display of latex clothing.

"Wow, these are amazing," Sarah says as she runs her fingers over a black latex dress with silver buckles. "I've never worn anything like this before."

Tom can't help but feel turned on by the mental image of his wife in the tight-fitting latex dress, he moves closer and rests his hand on her waist.

"You would look incredible in that," he says, his voice low and dry.

Sarah blushes and smiles, enjoying the attention. "I think I might have to get it."

Tom nods in agreement, and Sarah disappears into a fitting room to try it on. When she emerges, Tom's eyes widen at the sight of her in the skin-tight dress. It molds to every curve of her body, leaving little to the imagination.

"Damn, you look hot," he says, his eyes raking over her body.

Sarah twirls in front of him, the material swishing around her thighs. "Do you like it?"

Tom nods sincerely. "I love it."

Sarah grins and heads back into the fitting room to try on more clothes. She emerges in a black corset with silver studs and a matching choker, paired with a short black skirt and fishnet stockings.

Tom's mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight of her in the tight-fitting corset, which accentuates her ample curves. He can't resist running his hands over the smooth, shiny material, and Sarah leans into him with a wicked smile.

"I think you're enjoying this a little too much," she says, her voice husky with desire.

Tom grins and pulls her closer, his hands roaming over her body. "Can you blame me? You look incredible."

Sarah laughs and playfully shoves him away, swishing her hips as she walks towards the cash register to purchase her new outfit.