Something That Makes You Wet (fm:male domination, 1773 words) | |||
Author: Miss Masie | |||
Added: Feb 07 2011 | Views / Reads: 1090 / 916 [84%] | Story vote: 9.23 (13 votes) | |
Paul tells me I can come over, but only if I follow his rules. Blinded my desire for his ministrations, I dress like a slut and head over to his place to see what he has in store for me. | |||
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"Huh? Yeah, sure, you can come over. It would be nice to see you."Paul sounds distracted on the phone, but that wasn't out of the ordinary on a Sunday afternoon. I let him know I'd be over in an hour or so, and toss a few things in an overnight bag, in the hopes that we would lose track of time. I start for the door. My phone buzzes, and I pause to pull it out of my pocket. A text message from Paul.
"Wear something that will make you wet."
My body responds immediately, a flush going straight to my pussy while it simultaneously tangles my stomach into knots. I smile faintly and set down my bag. I have a drawer full of clothing from back when I went clubbing - short plaid skirts, mesh tops, all the standards a teenager in regular attendance at a goth club should own. I'm no teenager now; I'm in my late 20s, with a voracious sexual appetite I never dreamed of while giving head in the backseat of an overeager boyfriend's car.
I unzip my skirt and let it drop to the ground. I give a brief appraisal of my cotton panties in the mirror, then shed them as well. I pull a pair of gauzy black panties out of my underwear drawer and shimmy into them, playfully swatting my own lush ass in approval. I then pull out the red and black plaid skirt from the drawer. It's a size or two too small these days; it clings, barely reaching the tops of my muscular thighs. I take off my t-shirt and run my hands over my smooth stomach, ...
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