Fire
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Posted:Nov 2, 2014 8:57 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 4:45 pm 22072 Views
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Weather is getting cold. Time to light the fireplace. What is it about the fire that makes me want to strip to my bra and panties and stretch out in the heat. I need a friend to snuggle with. Snuggling turns to petting, petting turns to kissing, kissing turns to lick and sucking. Next thing you know I'm straddling him and riding my way to heaven.
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Anticipation
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Posted:Jul 10, 2014 10:10 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 4:45 pm 24946 Views
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I'd like to say that anticipation is everything, but that goes too far. But anticipation is wonderful. When my schedule clears and I know that I will have a free weekend to dress or that special date gets made, my imagination shifts into overdrive. When it's really good, you can feel it physically. Sometimes a butterfly in your tummy. Sometimes lower.
Unlike so many feelings that start out strong and fade, anticipation only grows until you reach the payoff. Look, let downs only occur because the anticipation is so good! You can't live life waiting for opportunities but waiting is a part of it. And it can be so good.
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The First Touch
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Posted:May 13, 2014 10:39 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2020 8:17 am 28225 Views
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When I knock on the door, I'm already dressed as he required. My oh so tacky raincoat covers my short skirt, but I fear the fishnets and heels give me away. If they don't, the pearl choker around my neck does. Why am I worried about my clothes anyway, my platinum wig and ruby lips (with sparkles) show who I am. Any passerby would know why I am at this address.
After he answers the door, I'm led inside. He seems to stay behind me, away from my glance. He helps me off with my coat and looks at me. He's inspecting me to see if I've followed his instructions.
"Close your eyes."
As I do I can hear and feel him circling me. I burn feeling the heat of his gaze. Then I sense him stop behind me.
"Bend at the waist, and push down your panties."
I follow his directions, and when my panties reach my knees, he tells me "stop." Bent over totally vulnerable, I feel his hand reach between my legs from behind. I jump as I feel him touch my sex. He gently tugs at the show a few times, then runs his fingers over my balls. He feels them as if weighing them. I can't breath. There is nothing else in the world for me part from his touch at this moment.
When he removes his hand, I remain bent over and wanting . . .
There is only one first touch. It must leave behind desire. Don't you think?
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What is it about fishnet stockings?
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Posted:May 12, 2014 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2015 8:20 pm 28815 Views
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Why do they turn me on like pretty much nothing else? I think its because only sluts wear fishnet. I guess I have to admit I've seen fishnets in a "respectable" setting before, but those girls were acting slutty. I think the only reason to put on fishnets it because you are wanting to get fucked. I think that's why I love them.
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All the things I can't say out loud
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Posted:May 12, 2014 11:49 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 4:45 pm 28172 Views
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I don't know if this is the right place for it, but here goes. What is a married, closeted, subbie, bi, bottomslut, cross dressing sissy to do. I seem to want what I want and need what I need no matter what. It's been a few decades now so I don't think this is going to pass. Is it really who I am or just a build up of sexual tension. Is this some internalized form of self flagellation, or do I really enjoy it, welcome it, want it. If not, why is my mouth watering thinking about cock right now? Why am I dressed, bound, and filled in my dreams? Are the answers out there?
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