FRIDAY, JUNE 10, 2011
WHAT DO GIRLS DO WHEN THEY'RE ALONE ? 7 (to be cont'd)
She soaks in the fragrant, oil-scented bath water and lets her thoughts drift. She smiles at her own visions. As usual, she leads the game.
No whips or chains are needed for that. Although...they may be useful for other purposes than those originally meant for them.
She softly chuckles as her mind goes to all those stereotyped pictures with latex and paraphernalia that she finds a little ridiculous. Does one really need more than what nature gave her and just a couple of basic accessories ?
Well...maybe...She can include her spiked stilettos in her list of "natural" accessories. High heels ARE somehow a natural extension of female anatomy.
But these are not only visions...she knows she just has to dial a number and "he" will come to her...as well as her lovely female friend.
She feels so drowsy, languid, content. In the dim light of the relaxing spa, her hands roam all over her body...one caressing her breasts with excrutiatingly slow moves, all the while avoiding the over-sensitive nipples, the other sliding inch by inch closer to her pleasure bud...but not yet, no, not yet...it's so good to feel the desire, to wait for its fulfilment...
She can't understand why masturbation has always been seen or felt as such a sinful action.
mmmmmh........
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