The anticipation kept building, through the freeway traffic, the checkout line at Victoria Secret, to the long walk to Her door. As i lifted my hand to knock, my knees were quivering in anticipation of what would happen next…
Slowly, but firmly i knocked, then it happened…that marvelous, melodious voice summoned me to enter and i obeyed.
my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit entryway from the bright sunlight. i once again heard the Siren’s call.
“Turn around.” Read more…
Tag: Foot Kissing
- Author name:
- Hopeless
- Publish date:
- October 17th, 2014
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The flight had been on time. He felt great. A long, deep sleep – despite his excitement. The stop-over in Paris had been smooth & the trans-Atlantic journey peaceful & calm. He’d stretched out on the vacant seats & slept deeply. Woken. Drunk some water. Mentally recited his ‘lesson’ 20 times [as instructed – as if he needed any stimulation his erection hard in his underwear – no tube to keep him in check. He’d enjoyed the feeling of arousal – a minor temptation…………….resisted.] Slept again. Woke as the Boeing circled LAX. Immigration & Customs no problem. He wondered if they’d looked closely at the contents of his baggage. Hmm. As Mistress had instructed, he’d brought everything. All the toys. Again he felt a thickening in his cock at the prospect. Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- August 28th, 2013
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As soon as she walked onto the elevator, Phil became fidgety. He was sharply dressed, with his work suit and leather briefcase, but she was disconcertingly beautiful: the picture of an Amazon queen. Golden ringlets framed a face that was kind and open, but her eyes…they were such a rare shade of jade green, and flashed with such intensity, that her gaze was hard to meet. She wore a short, low-cut floral print dress well suited to the warm weather, and Phil had to struggle to keep from leering at her breasts and nylon-sheathed legs.
She smiled at him. He tried to voice some sort of greeting, but could only make his lips move to frame some dry rasping noises from his throat. Nodding as if they both understood his meaning, he looked down at his feet, resigned to riding to the lobby in abashed silence. Read more…
- Author name:
- sir neville
- Publish date:
- July 28th, 2013
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IT WASN’T REALLY STALKING, WAS IT?
He had seen her at a trendy L.A. restaurant. She was so beautiful! Her shoulder-length blond hair framed a face so beautiful it was almost painful to look at. Her compelling eyes were deep green. Her lips were full and red, her skin flawless.
As she sat alone at a front table, he noticed several rich, famous men walk to the table to spend time with her. First they would almost bow, then respectfully ask permission to sit. Only after she had granted her permission would they sit and speak to her as she sipped her champagne. One by one they paid their respects and moved on – at her pleasure. Read more…
- Author name:
- Unknown Author
- Publish date:
- July 6th, 2013
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matt was sleeping alone in his vacation cabin in the mountains. He and his wife had gotten into a horrible fight and he stormed out of the house. He was still angry! She wanted to share the financial duties in the household without his okay to make investment decisions, of all things . . . she was a woman! . . . what did she know about such things! But that was not how it was supposed to work. At least that was not the way it had worked when he was growing up. His dad made all those kind of decisions, and his mom never complained. Read more…
