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| i am new here.
some young boys, I will lose sight of you. I am not here to play online game.
I believe I know who is my goal, if there is no reply, that's mean no interest.
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And the doorbell rings…..
i opens the door, prepared to meet the mystery man who has arranged such an erotically charged start to the evening. Instead, a liveried chauffeur stands outside her door. He says nothing for a moment, looking me over minutely, from head to toe. It is clear that he is inspecting my attire, inventorying everything, and mentally checking it off on the list in his head.
"Your limousine is waiting, Miss Michelle. Please come with me."
The chauffer silently motions for me to lead the way to the main entrance, where a long, black limo is parked on the condo's circular drive.As i sits back in the car,i notices that i'm completely alone in the rear seat.
He then exits from the rear seat, closes the door, and gets into the driver's seat. He starts the car, and pulls away from the condo.After driving for 15 minutes through the maze of city streets, the driver turns to me and speaks, as he wait at a red light.
"Miss Michelle, you are to take the box out of the bag on the floor, take out its' contents, and complete your outfit."
Inside the bag is a small box. i open it. Inside is an array of jewelry. i first remove a diamond ankle bracelet, and fastens it around my left ankle. Next comes a pair of matching bracelets for my wrists. Finally, there is a long necklace.
As i unfolds the necklace, i see that it consists of one long jeweled strand that would hang down halfway between my throat and my breasts. At the center of the necklace, there is a small, jeweled ornament. From the ornament, two other lengths of silver chain are attached. At the end of each piece of chain is another, smaller ornament, with a small clip backing. It is obvious what they are for.
i open the buttons on the jacket to fully expose my magnificent, full, round breasts. i sit up and straighten my shoulders as i affixe a jeweled clip to each nipple. The connecting chains dip in shallow arcs from the ornament centered just abovemy upthrust tits, to my nipples. The ornaments hang down, just below my nipples, under the fingers of the clips. As i move, i can feel the ornaments brushing against the underswell of my breasts as they sway back and forth, above the supporting bra cups.
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morning
the doorbell rings . i races to the door, quickly tying the belt of my silk kimono around , as i opens the door. a delivery boy stands there, his mouth agape at the tantalizing vision that my presents to his reddening face. He hands her a package, and asks me to sign for it.
Inside the box, beneath the crisp folds of tissue paper, is a complete set of clothes; with a note telling me to put them on, and to be ready by 8:30.
First, i slips the tiny, sheer thong overmy naked pussy and snugs it up around my hips. i can see my cunt lips clearly through the sheer, black fabric. The jeweled accents at the top of the tiny patch of fabric sparkle. The indecently small triangle barely covers my labia. It is obvious that the only way this could be worn is with a completely shaved cunt.
Next, i puts on the bra. It is equally outrageous, matching the thong. It is a shelf bra, made of the same sheer fabric. As i lift the cups up under my breasts, with now-fully erect nipples,i see that it is a mere ? cup. The bra fits perfectly under my tits, leaving the nipples completely uncovered above the shallow crescent moon shaped cups. i snap the center clasp together, where the jewelry accents that match the thong sparkle and flash in the light.
Next comes the matching garter belt, and the smoky black stockings, to cover my long, shapely legs. The shoes are a pair of black patent stilettos, with 5-inch heels. Of course, they fit perfectly.
Next comes the skirt. It is made of glossy, supple, black leather. As i step into it and brings it up to my waist, the hem keeps rising until it stops a mere inch below the garters on my stockings. It barely hides the bottom of my ass and the tops of thighs.
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A story of me:
she muses. "Is the real reason why all of my relationships end badly because I am always sending conflicting signals to the men I meet?"Most men think with their dicks the same way .
she gets up and wanders around her condo, a bundle of restless energy. She stops and stares at her reflection in the mirror.
"Can I really find the man who is my sexual equal, someone who can meet me, thrust for thrust, and not tear both of us apart in the process?"
She folds her arms under her breasts, and takes stock of the 'tigress' in the mirror. Five feet-six; still a tight, hard 120 pounds at age 26, the result of being blessed with great genes and all the she still devotes to keeping herself in shape. Black, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. Great, to-die-for tits, the kind that men drool over – 36D, high and firm, with perky, pink nipples.
she grins at her reflection. Large, soft brown eyes and that killer smile. The kind of smile that melts men's' hearts, the kind that subconsciously translates in a man's mind to the image of the ideal female mouth – the kind that is engineered for the sole purpose of sucking cock, the kind that Darwinian genetics and the process of natural selection has favored for eons.
The woman in the mirror sticks her tongue out at her and makes a face. "And fuck you, too!" she chuckles to her image, as she heads for her bedroom, to spend a few hours dreaming of wild, wet, kinetic sex and of her ideal dream-lover before she has to punch the alarm the next morning and schlep downtown to work again.
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Sometimes our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with TEARS. |
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It’s no one’s fault if you get hurt of your expectations about them. Keep your expectations low, and just be happy. |
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Cherish your life, if you miss the daytime sun, you still can appreciate the hinghttime stars.
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Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness. And they live by what they hear.Such people become crazy,or they become legends ...《legend of Fall 》
Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.
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Did you konw that:when people appear in your dreams,It's because that person wants see you.
I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. |
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Active long will be very tired, care about for a long time will crash。 The meaning of life is to forget and forgive. Forgive the one who is, forget those people who are not worthy of.
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| Age: 28 |
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