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Name: Miranda Ward (a widower)
Age: 36
Bust: 34B/C bust size 8 dress (Uk sizes)
Hair: just past shoulder length naturally curly often worn in a pony tail.
Complexion: White (Caucasian) but with some Mediterranean ancestry so browns easily in the sun
My character is wealthy and lives in a much sought after spot of town. She is widowed and initially after her loss, mourned and became celebrate. But after a couple of years she realised she had to continue with her life, her own needs. But she still didn’t feel right courting; she preferred the adventures of one night stands, possibly leading to friends with benefits. She works in the financial sector of the city, and with her life insurance from her husband will never have to worry about finances as long as she is sensible… During her recent sexual adventures, she has realised the softness that Sapphic sex has to offer…
Miranda lived in a reasonably upmarket part of the older city, the majority of the local buildings were over 100 years old, and so the streets were lined with trees, and Despina’s Miranda’s favourite coffee house was lucky enough to have spaces on the pavement.
As usual on her quieter weekends, Miranda woke up and headed to the early morning spin class at 0900, and so now closer to 1030, she was entering the coffee house for her large coffee and other treat, sometimes cheesecake, or a muffin or a cookie.
A warm spring day, Miranda wore a simple jumper tunic, with a slash neck line, long and narrow, the blue silk bra straps visible. The tunic itself was a pale blue, and Miranda’s legs were covered in a navy blue pair of footless leggings and of course her light tan boots.
After her leisurely work to Despina’s, Miranda opens the door and steps inside, the boot echoing gently on the ceramic floor. It was still pretty empty, one of the younger part time students manning the counter, Miranda looking up recognising the barista girl and smiled before she makes her order
“A large Americano please, with Arabian beans, the white chocolate cheesecake and a glass o f water with a lemon slice please.”
“Of course” was the barista’s reply a softness to her voice.
Miranda turned and walked over to a corner filled with a leather chair, able to watch the counter and those walking pass on the pavement and placed her bag down on the floor, and waited for her order.
Age: 36
Bust: 34B/C bust size 8 dress (Uk sizes)
Hair: just past shoulder length naturally curly often worn in a pony tail.
Complexion: White (Caucasian) but with some Mediterranean ancestry so browns easily in the sun
My character is wealthy and lives in a much sought after spot of town. She is widowed and initially after her loss, mourned and became celebrate. But after a couple of years she realised she had to continue with her life, her own needs. But she still didn’t feel right courting; she preferred the adventures of one night stands, possibly leading to friends with benefits. She works in the financial sector of the city, and with her life insurance from her husband will never have to worry about finances as long as she is sensible… During her recent sexual adventures, she has realised the softness that Sapphic sex has to offer…
Miranda lived in a reasonably upmarket part of the older city, the majority of the local buildings were over 100 years old, and so the streets were lined with trees, and Despina’s Miranda’s favourite coffee house was lucky enough to have spaces on the pavement.
As usual on her quieter weekends, Miranda woke up and headed to the early morning spin class at 0900, and so now closer to 1030, she was entering the coffee house for her large coffee and other treat, sometimes cheesecake, or a muffin or a cookie.
A warm spring day, Miranda wore a simple jumper tunic, with a slash neck line, long and narrow, the blue silk bra straps visible. The tunic itself was a pale blue, and Miranda’s legs were covered in a navy blue pair of footless leggings and of course her light tan boots.
After her leisurely work to Despina’s, Miranda opens the door and steps inside, the boot echoing gently on the ceramic floor. It was still pretty empty, one of the younger part time students manning the counter, Miranda looking up recognising the barista girl and smiled before she makes her order
“A large Americano please, with Arabian beans, the white chocolate cheesecake and a glass o f water with a lemon slice please.”
“Of course” was the barista’s reply a softness to her voice.
Miranda turned and walked over to a corner filled with a leather chair, able to watch the counter and those walking pass on the pavement and placed her bag down on the floor, and waited for her order.
