I bought myself a present. This is one of four types of fishnets. ❤️
After months of contemplation, curiosity finally got the better of her, and Alexandra loaded the dreaded app. She picked the least obtrusive, irritating one she had heard about and installed it on her phone.
She was nervous. What would happen if she got caught? Playing on this app felt like cheating, like betrayal.Continue reading “The intricate complications of dating apps”
Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.
It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.Continue reading “Longing for orgasmic release”
Originally posted in July 2020. Still valid today.
She dreams of his mouth glued to her pussy.
His tongue dividing her fleshy lips. Probing, searching…
Moisture dripping on his face, down her thighs, onto the sheets.
She yearns, and desires.
Then, something distracts, and she dries up. Continue reading “Fleeting desires”
She came back feeling agitated and worked up. When she saw him, she went over to see if his usual calm demeanor would help soothe her nerves.
He saw her turmoil immediately when he locked eyes with her. Slowly, he approached her and opened his arms. Thankful for the gesture, she sank into him for a hug.
He held her for a while, squeezing her tight, until she felt her body relax.
After a while, he peeled her off him, and held her at arms’ length. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke:
She looked back at him, searching his eyes for something. He let go of her arms after a while, and returned her look.
“Touch me,” she said.
Clicking send in my app, with my nude selfie attached, was a little nerve-wracking. I knew he was busy networking with business associates. Would he bother checking his phone at all while on the golf course? Would he suspect it was me, and instinctively know I was probably up to no good?
He knew I had it in me to tease and torment him. When he left, he was keenly aware of the state I was in – naked, satisfied, and needy.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirrored doors of her bedroom closet. Her black lace bra still fit after all these years, much to her amazement. So did the panties…
Taking a step back she admired her new boots. Well heeled, but not too high. Classy black leather, a small buckle at the ankle, long zippers. Not slutty.
Unless she wears them while naked. Or with just her bra and panties. Then they might become a part of a more provocative scenario.
This is what she was wearing that day. Bra, panties and boots, and nothing else. Continue reading “Seductive selfies”
Mirrors are not the enemy. Or are they? Continue reading “Self-seduction”
The bed looks cold and uninviting. And yet, her body tingles.
She longs to shed her layers. Continue reading “Seductive anticipation”