Nikita: short hair, thin, can wear a training bra beneath her wedding dress.
He returned in the early evening and found me in bed, recently showered, scrubbed and gloriously naked.
Her moves were practiced, deliberate. She seemed to be in no hurry while I was close to orgasiming for the first time already.
His eyes are constantly switching between my bust and my legs. I lean in to let him have a whiff of my scent and make my voice softer.
I do not remember discarding my dress and guiding him to my bedroom. He tells me his name is Guido, and I do not believe him for a minute. I do not care.
Sometimes a successful woman needs to escape her day-to-day life so she can get her sensual needs met.
Stan’s foot inches north, from caressing my shin to parting my knees beneath the table. Instead of brushing his foot aside, I press my legs together.
He’s opened the door with a pick as per my instructions. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and see Ronny the Hammer, the 34-year-old convicted killer of David Reid and Fiona Winters.
Lovemaking between us is like a well-rehearsed orchestra, each member expertly playing their part.
Sure enough, you feel his tempo become painfully intense for half a minute before he grabs your breasts in a grip hard enough to hurt and…