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Take me dancing, take me fishing, take me to a football game, take me tailgating, take me ... just take me, Daddy
A little about me..
I love football, riding motorcycles (I ride bitch), Bike week, rock n roll, tattoos, concerts, movies, traveling, theme parks, grilling and yelling at the tv while watching the Jaguars play! Hobbies; erotica, tattoos, erotic photography (which I'm just getting into), men in towels...(no smokers, please!)
WARNING: Any institutions and/or individuals using this site or any of its associated sites for studies, projects or personal use - You do NOT have my permission to use any of my profile or pictures in any form or forum both current and future. If you have or do, it will be considered a serious violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal ramifications. It is recommended that other members post a similar notice to this.
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BIKE WEEK!! Looking forward to it. (even though I'll be on four wheels instead o two)
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What's it like to be loved? I'd really like to know. |
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He brings out the best in her.
Or the worst.
She doesn't feel the need to hide anymore. She dresses sexy, provocative, daring. She lets her hair down around him. She listens to him speak, hears him. Takes in what he's saying to her.
He said she was hiding so many things, she's hard to read. But he wasn't all up front with her in the beginning, either.
We all put our best foot forward. Although, perception for everyone is different. So maybe he thought she didn't try for him when they first met.
The more time they spend together, the easier it is for her to let herself go. Be more patient with herself. Not rush things.
She wants to give herself to him. She believes he wants her to. She thinks he wants to give himself to her, but he's a bit hesitant.
Fuck it. Speak my mind, I will.
I want to take him... everywhere. Into my mind, on the bike, out dancing, cook for him, make him laugh, in the bedroom, share things with him. Learn more about what he craves in life.
I want to settle down with just one man. Compliment each other, grow together.
His roughness is sometimes scary, but it's also a turn on. He makes me want to give myself to him, or have him take me.
I've watched videos where the woman is taken, but at the same time, she knows she can trust him not to hurt her, physically or emotionally.
I long to make him laugh, have him make me laugh. Do goofy things together.
Look up at the starts, while laying together, cuddled up.
Hold him when he's hurting, lonely.. or just wants to be held.
I'm not going to lose myself, I can't. I want to grow in all different directions.
We all carry baggage, drama... so on. It's how we handle it, that counts.
There's more to come
To be continued... |
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I just typed a shit load of things... feelings, thoughts, emotions.
and then I did something fucked up.
ERASED THE WHOLE FUCKING THING.
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I need to find a man who has a foot fetish and loves to rub feet... nothing more, just foot rub. Ok, I'll throw in a home cooked meal and my charming personality ! |
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Merry Christmas... I see that some of you that have viewed my profile/journal in the past have been possibly checking back to see if I've written anymore stories. Sorry, just haven't been inspired. I've taken up a new hobby, photography.. who knows where that will lead me! However, I might wright something again in the near future. |
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Taking a page from my recently adopted feline... I, like her, am soft and cuddly, often soft spoken, wild and yet tamed. I may open my mouth to speak, and though nothing comes out, you understand me. I love to be held in big strong arms, but I need my freedom. Freedom to do as I please, with your approval.. or not. I am very loyal, as long you treat me right. Piss me off and the claws come out. Try and declaw me, if you dare! |
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Don't lead, I'll wander off bored. Don't follow, I'll get you lost. Walk beside me and help me cause trouble! (just thought this was funny) |
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Dinner and dessert.
Sir laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear; lacy white bra, low cut white top, black mini skirt, and high heels. No panties, not tonight. Once I was showered and my hair fixed the way he liked, he inspected my shaven puffy lips. He smiled with approval and told me to get dressed.
Off to dinner...
The restaurant was in the classy part of the city, on the third floor of a four story building. There were balconies that wrapped around all four floors. The view was from the restaurant was quite nice, you could see for miles across the city.
We were seated at a small table in the back corner near the balcony. There was a huge window that ran from floor to ceiling. The lighting in the room was dim, with candles adding dancing illumination.
We sat close to each other, as Sir always insisted I be within reach should he feel the desire to caress me. Tonight, he very much felt the desire to caress me. His hand found its way to my thigh, slowly moved up until he found my already wet pussy. His middle finger ran down my slit, spreading it, and rested there until the waiter came to take our order.
I could barely talk when the waiter asked me what I wanted to drink, because when I would open my mouth, Sir's finger would rub up and down on my clit. I couldn't look up but I could see from the corner of my eye, the smile on his face as he ordered our meals and then told the waiter we would be having "pie" for dessert and to serve it on the balcony. The waiter nodded and left the table.
Sir's finger continued to caress my hardened clit, his other hand reached across and placed my leg over his lap. My face flushed red, realizing that everyone who walked by could see how exposed I was. He seemed to be getting off on the idea.
He slid his middle finger inside me, deep, hard, making me jump.
What timing, the waiter's back with our drinks and appetizer. Placing them in front of us, he glanced down at my parted legs. An evil smile spread over his face. "I see you've already started on the main... course!" With that, he turned and left us to our food.
The rest of the meal was quick to arrive, we finished our food and Sir told the waiter we were moving to the balcony
Feeling a bit light headed, I stumbled as I stood up. He was quick to catch my arm and steady me as we walked outside. Knowing I'm afraid of heights, he walked me over to the cement banister and made me look over the side. I tensed up, even though he had both hands around my waist.
"Trust me, give yourself to me, angel" he whispered. He then spread my legs with his and I heard his pants unzip.
He pushed my head further over the side and roughly shoved his hard penis inside me. I let out a squeal as he entered me.
"That's it, take Daddy's cock in that hot little hole!" he grunted. Each thrust harder and deeper.
I could see people on the balcony below us, so I tried to keep quiet, but he was fucking me so hard I couldn't help but yell out.
I heard a man's voice behind me, I turned and saw the waiter. He stood there with that evil smile on his face. "You started without me, I see!"
Sir grunted and pulled out of me. I whimpered and he smacked my ass hard, leaving a hand print. "No whining, young lady!"
to be continued....
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EYES CLOSED... mind open
I lay on my back, trying to slow my breathing. The room was dark, except for a single white candle that was glowing on the table in the middle of the room. It cast shadows on the wall, they danced and teased me - giving me visions I dare not speak aloud. I closed my eyes and tried not to think such thoughts.
I do not know how long I laid there, waiting for him to finally come to me. The man in my dreams, the man in my fantasies, the man in my life that didn't even know I existed.
The room was cold, it had only two walls, the other two were bars, like a prison cell, only they were wider apart. No lock on the door, freedom within captivity. The floor was cement, with fresh hay strewn across it. There was also a soft, large bed with many pillows and a blanket. I chose not to cover myself, wanting him to see all of me, accept me the way I am.
Footsteps.. he was approaching. Chains clanged along the floor as he dragged them. Closer. Closer. The light from the lantern he carried flashed his shadow as he stepped up to the door.
I felt his eyes on me, burning into my skin, taking in my .. soul? my very being?
Creaking, the door slowly opened and then closed. Was he inside with me. Or was he...
"Crawl to me." he ordered.
Without saying a word, I did as I was told. My head down slightly, I crawled to him but did not look up.
"Look up at me, lil one." his voice so gentle, but with an evil tone behind it.
I looked up slowly, his bare legs in front of me, knees, thick thighs, his erect penis... the hard, veiny shaft, perfect mushroom head that glistened with his pre cum. I longed to suckle the head into my mouth, the hunger tore at my pink center.
I lingered there a bit too long. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face upward .Staring into my eyes, his teeth clinched, "I did not tell you to look at my cock! I told you to look up at ME!" he growled.
I felt a sting on my upturned bottom as he smacked it with his switch. I flinched and whimpered.
He pulled me to my knees, my hands grabbed the bars. Still holding a hand full of my hair, he roughly kissed me and then pressed my face to his hard shaft. But only for a moment. He released me gently. Then pulled me up by the shoulders to a stand. Stepping back, he lifted the lantern to get a better look at me. Once again, I felt his eyes burning up and down my naked body. From my toes, ankles, knees, tattooed thighs, my bare (and very wet) pussy, my plump belly, over my full, heavy breasts.. where he lingered a moment.
"What are the tattoos?" he queried.
"Warriors shields" I replied.
His eyes rested upon mine. He smiled.
His strong hands were once again pulling me to him, turning my backside to him. A hand full of hair, tugging me backwards, then bending me forward. He made it so I was offering myself to him. I felt his other hand hovering above the small of my back. It made me jump. Very sensitive there, when aroused. He placed his hand on my bottom, caressing it, groping it. Pinching. A finger slid down the middle to my wetness. Two fingers slid inside me. I moaned out loud, pushing back against him. He held me still, though, keeping me in place with my hair.
He began pumping his fingers in and out - slowly, gradually quickening the pace. My juices coating his fingers, making sloppy noises. So close.. so close to cumming. He sensed this and quit.
I groaned in disappointment.
He turned me around to face him and pushed me to my knees.
"Now you can suck it." he said.
Greedily, I pulled the head into my mouth, sucking, slurping. He began thrusting his hips, pushing more into my hungry mouth. My small lips slid up and down his shaft, he reached the back of my throat, nearly gagging me. I pulled back, this only made him push harder. Veins throbbing, his full balls slapped against my chin. I felt myself getting closer to cumming with every grunt he made! I squeezed my vaginal muscles, released, squeezed, sucked harder on him. My breath shorter and shorter. I shuttered as I came, sucking harder on him.
He pulled me to my feet, spun me around and shoved his cock deep inside me as he pushed me over, holding my hips. Thrusting, pounding into me. Hitting the back of my vaginal walls. He grunted, pumped and then filled me with his sperm. Streams of hot cum spilled out of me.
I screamed out, "OH God, I'm coming! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" my whole body shivered uncontrollably.
Barely able to stand, I leaned back against him. He kissed my neck and whispered for me to come inside the house... |
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FROM KEENSMITH
LADIES BE WARE....
Away.Wish i had sisters and Brothers, Lara my Daughter,
does not give me any difficulties, that is why things have been going On for Us well
JUST SOME OF HIS B.S. |
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Blues...
The scene; warm, humid night. Insence burning... slow, sultry Blues playing.
We met at a hotel in .. somewhere, doesn't matter.
The room was basic, bed, clean sheets, open french doors to the street down below, four or five levels down.
I was wearing a cotton shirt and shorts... he had long white cotton pants, framing his dark features .
I leaned against the balcony rails, i trembled as I looked down. My fear of heights added to the excitement.
His strong arms embraced me, assuring me that I was safe. His warm lips brushed against my neck.. he bit into the nape of my neck.
I could'nt help but sigh as his teeth dug into me and I felt his groin press against my ass.
A rain drop... then another... several more dripped upon my skin. My cotton blouse clung to my heavy breast. My hair strewn down on my face, covering my eyes.
His breathing, above all, pounded in my head.
I felt his hands all over my body. He fondled my breast, my belly, my hips..thighs.
My breathing became so labored, I felt light headed.
Involuntrailly, I began to breathe harder, faster. My head swam with as he leaned me over the rail, forcing me to look down.
Oh, God!!! I ca
I can...Can't
"Please stop!!" I yelled.
His hand slid between my thighs, invading my tightness, forcing my legs apart.
"Look down... OPEN YOUR EYES!!! Give yourself to me!" he yelled.
As I gave into him, his rigid dick slid into my warmth, delving into my depths.
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Lilly White Panties... II
He pulled out of her tightness and stepped off of the bed.
She watched as he walked around her, examing her body, inch by inch.
He wanted to hold her close, to feel her heart beat.
Goose bumps covered her body.
She wimpered, moaned.. undecided about her feelings towards him.
Why had he violated her that way?
Why did she care for him so much?
He walked to the kitchen, returned with two glasses, one filled with ice, the other with water.
Laying next to her, he sipped the water and gently moved her hair from her sweat soaked neck and face.
He leaned over and kissed her.
"How do you feel?" he whispered.
Trying to catch her breath, she groaned and closed her eyes.
"Untie me, you bastard."
He smiled.
"So you liked it" he said and slapped her ass.
"STOP!" she yelled.
She heard the ice rattle in the glass.
He scooped a cube up and ran it across her ass, down the middle, spreading her open , pushing it down into her cum filled slit.
Her body betrayed her, her hips rose, exposing her tender rose bud.
Oh, please stop, she thought.
He rolled her over on her side, and rested her leg on his thigh.
Oh my God, he's still hard, she thought. His engorged head pressed hard against the inside of her thigh.
He rubbed the melting ice cube on her swollen cunt lips.
"Lick it" he said, pressing it to her open mouth.
"Swallow my cum" he commanded.
She complied, lapping at the ice, his cum mixed with her juices.
She had asked him so many times in the past, please, please allow me to swallow you. He resisted, saying nothing more than.... soon.
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THIS IS DEDICATED TO BOBBY D. Father, Friend, Artist.... NO One does ink like you do.. Miss you |
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Something has me blocked. I am unable to express my feelings, such as they are.
I have been under a lot of stress lately, but have had the desire to write, to express my feelings...
He looks at me as he speaks, expressing his feelings about his life, his family. He spills his gutts, his anger, emotion, grief.
I look at him, watching him. I study his face, his eyes, his posture.
His emotions, his.. feelings, melt over me.
I wonder if what I feel for him is love or animalistic lust for his cock shoved deep inside me. To watch his expression on his face as he rides me, staring down at me, while I am submitting to his thrusts.
At the same time, I am feeling such strong emotions for someone I know cannot give his all to me. He has his own chains.
We lay together, entwinded, our hands held tight. He kisses me softly and holds me close.
As the early morning rises, I feel him stir, he moves close to me, kisses my cheek and spoons me.
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I learned something about myself tonight.
I was blindfolded, my hands were bound and tied to the bed. i enjoyed the teasing, licking, surprises. I enjoyed it for a while, enjoyed it greatly. But then my closterphobia set in. I knew I could and did/do trust him completely.
I had to cry RED... |
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I had just stepped out onto the back patio, to check the weather. It's after midnight. There was a strong breeze, the scent of insense was in the air, coming through the open door behind me.
Dressed in my white T and panties, i fantasized my neighbor could see me and was watching me through his curtains.
My head was swimming as i had had a few beer.
The breeze was a nice change from the hot muggy Florida air.
I sat down on the work out bench, the door open, 80's music drifting in... Frankie Goes To Hollywood.. RELAX
He walked up behind me, watching me.
"Such a naughty girl" he whispered.
I smiled and leaned back, placing my hands on the cold metal bars.
He bound my wrists with silk scarves.. not wanting to leave marks. (Only Time Will Tell, playing in the background)
"Were you a good girl, today?" he questioned me, as he bound me tight to the bars.
"Yes, sir"
"Spread your legs, show me how good you were"
I did as i was told, exposing myself to him.
He walked around, staring down at my open, vulnerable body. Only the light from the kitchen shining down upon me.
He smiled.
Wont someone finish this... ?
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Lilly White Panties
She stepped out of the store, obvlivious to the man following her. Her mind was elsewhere, as she walked into the lengerie store. She looked over several racks before finding what she was looking for. A silky pair of lilly white panties that would barely cover her smooth shaven mound or her round bottom. She purchased the panties, and smiled as the woman behind the counter put them in the tiny pink bag. The woman smiled back, like she knew. Knew what? Didn't matter.
She left the mall and headed home. The black Cadi was following a block or so behind her.
She parked the car in the garage, took the bags from the back seat, brought them in, then went back out to check her mailbox. Nothing. Damn.
She walked back inside the house, forgetting to shut the garage door.
She flung the bags on her bed and stripped off her dress as she walked to the bathroom, her panty hose lay on the floor by the shower.
Do I bother shaving, she wondered. Her hand ran over her mound, the light puff of dark hair tickling her fingers as they trailed down further, into her wetness. Mmm, feels so good, she thought.
Turning the tap slowly, one hand in the stream, waiting on the temperature to rise. She slipped in the shower, letting the water drench her body. Her eyes closed, she reached for the shampoo... which bottle is it, I don't want to open my eyes, she groaned.
She felt refreshed as she stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel. She wrapped it around her hair and partially covered her face, so she couldn't see the stranger in the bathroom, staring at her. He held her panty hose in one hand.
He walked over to her as she pulled the towel from her eyes.
He grabbed her quickly, covered her mouth with one hand and twisted her arm behind her back.
"Put your other arm behind your back" he whispered in her ear.
She did as he said. She was too scared to do otherwise, or even think straight.
He tied her hands with her pantyhose and then fed the remainder through her arms, around her tummy, tying it in a knot. He guided her to the bed.
He noticed the bag and dumped it over.
“Very nice. White panties. Like you’re a virgin? Ha!” he taunted.
“Let’s say you are.” He pushed her down on her back on the bed.
She started to struggle, but soon quit when he pulled out a rather large knife.
“Fight me and you’ll regret it” he sneered.
He held her legs together and proceeded to push the panties up over her feet and legs. He lifted her bottom off the bed and pulled the panties up so tight, he could see her pussy lips pucker around them.
She began to wimper and pant.
What he wanted was obvious. Does she fight him and possibly, no, definitely get hurt, or does she make the most of it? He wasn’t really bad looking and honestly, she was getting excited.
He stood back from her, admiring her full figure, natural breasts and bound body. Her body was still wet as she didn’t get to dry herself. Her hair spread over the pillow under her head.
She wished he would do something, say something, but please stop staring! The silence was too much.
“What are you going to do?” she croaked, as she lost her voice.
He answered by turning her on her tummy, pulling her bottom upward, facing him. His big hand landed hard on her ass, over and over again until she cried out. Her bottom was cherry red, hand prints all over it. He had spanked her so hard she was pressed back down on the bed.
She heard him digging through her dresser. Oh God, he’s going to find my, oh no! Her thoughts were racing.
“Well, well. What do we have here, Miss innocent?” he chuckled. “You’re a naughty little girl. Thong panties of all colors! Rope! And it’s all cut up nicely with the ends taped.”
She felt tears starting to creep up on her. Her eyes sinched shut. She felt her face flush red.
“Oh! A small wooden spoon. What might that be for? I bet I can make good use of it!”
His attention turned back to her. “Put that ass back up here!” he commanded and pulled her back up.
SMACK! right across her bottom. She cried out.
SMACK! his aim was a bit lower now and the blow not as hard. He spread her legs. She felt the spoon lightly tapping at her swollen lips. The taps got harder each time. Wiggling and squirming, she couldn’t keep her balance. Her hair was covering her face and made it difficult to breathe.
“OH MY GOD, PLEASE STOP ! I can’t, I can’t… Oh please!” she moaned.
“You can’t what?” he swatted her again with the spoon.
She heard a zipper, she thought, or was it something else. Dazed and trying to catch her breath, she tried to look toward him. She caught his reflection in the mirror. My but he looked so dominant, so masculane, and oh so big. Yes, he had unzipped his pants. He released his cock.
He‘s going to tear me up with that! she thought.
He rubbed his erect cock up and down with his hand, pre-cum oozing from the tip. It stuck to his finger.
He noticed her watching him, he smiled at her. It wasn’t a pleasant smile, more like a smile a predator would have right before moving in for the kill.
He seemed to know the silence was getting to her. He lingered a bit longer, rubbing his shaft, cupping his balls. He had let his pants drop to the floor.
Picking up the knife from the bed, he pulled her up again. The cold blade made her jump as it lightly brushed her thigh.
“Don’t move, or you’ll get cut” he said. The blade moved upward, ran over her now wet mound, over the crack of her ass and back down. He grabbed the lilly white panties and poked a hole in them, then ran the blade downward, cutting a gaping hole by her slit.
She had never felt so exposed, even though she had been laying there naked, when he cut the panties, it made her feel vulnerable and so exposed.
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her cunt, leaving a trail of pre-cum. It mixed with her juices, covering the head.
“You should taste this, but I’ll make you wait” he said as he leaned down over her, and shoved his enormous cock inside her with one stroke. All the way in, he burried himself in her. His heavy balls slapped against her.
“Keep your legs together and your ass high for me, we’ll both enjoy this more” he groaned as his dick pounded in and out of her, relentlessly.
She looked over at the mirror again, watched as his ass pumped up and down. She was breathless, dizzy. Her pussy was dripping as she climaxed over and over again. She allowed her whole body to relax as he pumped into her harder.
His heavy breathing and grunts excited her more.
She felt him throbbing. Squeezing her pussy tightly around him, she milked him, wanted him to cum so bad. Wanted to feel his seed inside her.
His body trembled as he streamed his load inside of her, grunting and panting. He held her close, still jerking as his climax ended. |
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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was slowly fading.
We walked north along the shorelline, hand in hand towards a cave. The sand tickled our toes with each step. Waves gently brushed against our legs as they carried our fantasies in and out.
Sailing kept going through my mind, easing the days tension, relaxing me.
We reached the cave as the tide was receeding.
We found a comfy spot and spread the blanket out.
He lit a fire with some driftwood and snuggled close to me... |
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Dull Blade
Long, aggravating afternoon.
I twisted the tap slowly, hot first, then gradually added cool water. Poured the white, milky substance into the water, watched it bubble. The water was steaming beneath me as I lit the candles around the garden tub, a shot of scotch, ok maybe a double shot, over ice & water, I set it by the tub and tuned the radio into some slow elevator music.
I shed my clothes along with the days irritants onto the floor and sunk into the piping hot water. Right leg, left leg, slipping down slowly into oblivion. My hair was bound up above the nape of my neck, twisted neatly into a little bun. I rest my head against the cold slope of the tub.
I lay there for a while relaxing my body, starting from my toes, ankles, working my way up.
The tempo of the music changes, something quicker.. I get irritated.
I reach for the razor, place a delicate, well groomed foot on the edge of the tub and begin a slow stroke of the blade against my skin, all the way up to the top of my thigh.. Then the other leg.
When I’m finished with that, I grab a sponge, dip it into the water and run it over each shoulder. The bubbles cascade down my back and over my breasts. I slowly massage my shoulders, breasts, nipples, taking a moment to pinch them both, very hard. I shudder as the sensation runs d own my belly.
I lean forward and release the stopper, letting the water out and take a sip, ok two big slugs of my scotch, and step out.
I don’t bother drying off because I’m going to shower now.
I quickly step to the shower, twisting the knob up. Once again, hot steamy water. Without a thought, I step into the stream, letting drench my naked body.
I stand there for a few moments.
Looking over at the shelf, I grab the bottle of lavender soap, flip the cap and pour some into my palm and rub my hands together. My hands glides down my body, over my breasts, tummy, my aching pussy. Yes, she’s aching. She has been for a while now. My fingers find my clit, but I quickly move from there, wanting to prolong the pleasure. I reach for my razor and then step back from the stream of water.
My legs spread slightly as I lather up my puffy lips.
The razor runs slowly over the outside, near my thigh, then the other. I shut my eyes, thinking about his touch, his tongue, his body. A soft moan escapes my lips as the razor guides over my pussy lips, brushing my clit. A burning sensation goes through my nether region.
More strokes with the razor, lower, then higher.
She’s nice and smooth now. But I have to make sure I haven’t missed anything. I pull on one side, tugging at the lip, run ning the razor over again, brushing my clit.
Oh, God, I want to come, I need to come.
I drop the razor, and run my fingers across my clit in small circles.
The doorbell. Damn !
Rinsing quickly, I turn off the shower, and wrap myself in a towel.
Answering the door, I’m breathless. I smile and let him in.
He watches me, his eyes studying my every move. He follows me to the bedroom and i slide onto the bed, resting against the headboard.
I lay there, dripping, my hair a mess. I smile at him.
“I shaved”
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