My dearest sweetest Ghetto Mistress, I implore you to forgive the wicked erotic musings of my vile tortured self. I am repeatedly visited by a demon bringing visions of your goodly self in a state of immodest nakedness begging me to join with you in a series of the most depraved acts that only the most wanton mind could imagine.
So there I am sitting out on the verandah (or porch as I’ve just been corrected) overdosing on some much-needed vitamin D and minding my own business. As I stand up to stretch my legs and admire my surroundings yet again, I notice a young man in the garden a few houses down standing by a tree; nothing wrong with
I was in the shower, singing as usual. I got to the end of the song when you decided to join me. You took the soap in your hands and washed my body. Your soapy hands covered my skin whilst administering a nice light massage. Mmm your hands felt so good. You stood behind me and started soaping my shoulders
I stood in front of him in just my underwear and stilettos. I turned around slowly, so he could admire my semi naked body. I held his gaze whilst running my hands up and down the sides of my body. Barry breathed deeply and tried to resist the urge to reach out and stroke me. ‘Wow, you have been practising
I met him through one of “those” sites on the internet. We exchanged numbers, pictures and communicated via text until we were ready to meet up three months later. He was from out of town, so we agreed to meet up in a neutral place on his next visit; we’d go for a drink in said neutral place and if
You’re standing there in your sexy Santa outfit; standing there and staring at me with your hands on your hips. You look so sexy Ms Santa, very sexy indeed in your lacy hold up stockings as they peek at me every time you take a step or shift position. Those sexy stilettos add to your sexiness and make me want