DPprettyPLEASE
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I fantasize about being a real hooker. Like the legal ones in Nevada. I love the thought of pleasing men of all types for $ turns me on. I'd love to get eight different cocks a day!!!
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...I arrive at the bar dressed in a short black skirt and black boots. I'm wearing a low cut black sweater and the top of my corset can be seen peeking out and accentuating my breasts. Underneath my skirt are black garters, thigh highs and a matching black lace thong. You're running late which allows me time to have a drink and relax prior to our rendezvous. It's also the perfect opportunity for me to take a few pictures of my skirt slid up to reveal my thigh highs. I text them to you. I can feel myself getting wet in anticipation.
...At one point I walk in front of you and teasingly bend over and allow you to see what's under my skirt. I can't imagine what it will actually be like to hold and taste each other once our naked bodies are finally together.
I've had this fantasy lately about meeting a certain litster. It goes something like this......
Lust has taken over every thought I have and consumes me. Built up sexual energy is waiting to escape. A hunger inside of me has grown and I am starving for the smallest taste of you. After several months of chatting, messaging and even the occasional phone call, we decide to meet at a bar.
You've told me what you want me to wear. Wanting to please you, I happily comply. I arrive at the bar dressed in a short black skirt and black boots. I'm wearing a low cut black sweater and the top of my corset can be seen peeking out and accentuating my breasts. Underneath my skirt are black garters, thigh highs and a matching black lace thong. You're running late which allows me time to have a drink and relax prior to our rendezvous. It's also the perfect opportunity for me to take a few pictures of my skirt slid up to reveal my thigh highs. I text them to you. I can feel myself getting wet in anticipation.
You arrive and are everything I thought you would be....handsome, strong and incredibly sexy. I can tell from the grin on your face you are equally enthused. In no time we decide to leave for the hotel. I've started rubbing on the outside of your pants and can feel how hard you already are. We kiss and I melt from the warmth of your mouth and the feel of your tongue. Holding hands we exit and everything already feels so right. At one point I walk in front of you and teasingly bend over and allow you to see what's under my skirt. I can't imagine what it will actually be like to hold and taste each other once our naked bodies are finally together.
I fantasize about being a real hooker. Like the legal ones in Nevada. I love the thought of pleasing men of all types for $ turns me on. I'd love to get eight different cocks a day!!!
I've had this fantasy lately about meeting a certain litster. It goes something like this......
Lust has taken over every thought I have and consumes me. Built up sexual energy is waiting to escape. A hunger inside of me has grown and I am starving for the smallest taste of you. After several months of chatting, messaging and even the occasional phone call, we decide to meet at a bar.
You've told me what you want me to wear. Wanting to please you, I happily comply. I arrive at the bar dressed in a short black skirt and black boots. I'm wearing a low cut black sweater and the top of my corset can be seen peeking out and accentuating my breasts. Underneath my skirt are black garters, thigh highs and a matching black lace thong. You're running late which allows me time to have a drink and relax prior to our rendezvous. It's also the perfect opportunity for me to take a few pictures of my skirt slid up to reveal my thigh highs. I text them to you. I can feel myself getting wet in anticipation.
You arrive and are everything I thought you would be....handsome, strong and incredibly sexy. I can tell from the grin on your face you are equally enthused. In no time we decide to leave for the hotel. I've started rubbing on the outside of your pants and can feel how hard you already are. We kiss and I melt from the warmth of your mouth and the feel of your tongue. Holding hands we exit and everything already feels so right. At one point I walk in front of you and teasingly bend over and allow you to see what's under my skirt. I can't imagine what it will actually be like to hold and taste each other once our naked bodies are finally together.
*Grabs a bucket of buttered popcorn and sits quietly in the darkened corner of the room*
This is getting good
You are such a tease. You'd be a great date!
My fantasy right now? This!
Quit telling everyone our secret plans!!! Geez!
You've called me a tease before. I'm not sure tease is quite correct as I tend to finish what I start.
I don't doubt you. And I don't call you a tease in a negative way. There's nothing wrong with a little teasing and flirting before things really get steamy. It's all part of the thrill of the chase.