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Just thought I'd share this..
Today I was very tired waking up – but instead of opting for my more drab office dress, I instead chose to wear my black maxi-mini and some new stockings I have. They’re black fishnet with a flowered pattern. I love lacy hose – it makes me feel sexy, as you do..
And I was thinking of you when I put them on - so I put on my makeup as well and curled my hair.
So I get to work and I read a story or two, and come upon a graphic description of the act that’s been on my mind more and more as of late.
I enjoyed writing a little story and imagining you and I in it. Then I went to lunch and was disappointed to find that there was no-one to enjoy my new stockings, so I finished lunch quickly and came back to work. I went straight to the ladies.
Impatient, I reached in between my legs and found my clit with my index finger, rubbing gently in circles. I recalled how you’ve mentioned smelling and tasting and how much you enjoy that, so I withdrew my finger and tasted myself..not an unpleasant taste, to me it’s a neutral taste, neither sweet or savory. I thought about you tasting my finger, and went back, this time with two fingers, again, rubbing gently in circles, but with more pressure. My stockings (hosiery, rather ) prevented me from spreading my legs, so I stopped again, removed one leg, and this time wet three of my fingers and I wasn’t sufficiently slippery. Once again, impatient – wanting to come – I spread my legs further and slowly inserted a finger from the opposite hand into my pussy, sliding it in and out In time with the rubbing of my clit. But I want more, so much more – I want to come - now!. Two fingers in and out now, faster, rubbing harder, and now three – and I am pumping my pussy with one hand and frantically rubbing my clit with the other. Thinking of how I want to feel your tongue on my ass, in my as, your cock in my mouth – soo many things I want from you, I want to hear you say filthy things to me and call me your little girl. I want you to fuck me, suck me, I want to fellate you and make your breath come hard and fast. Now my breath is coming faster and I am close..I stand and lean my head against the stall, still pumping and rubbing hard. It’s hard now for me to keep the movements straight and the fingers in my pussy are curling up, tickling and jerking, my others tickling my clit, and I think about how bad I want you to slide your cock surely and firmly all the way up to the hilt deep in my ass…and ohhhhh..there it is..once..twice…my fingers slow, a few agonized breaths, trying to keep quiet, and then, just thinking of the feeling that comes in the aftermath, when hearts are pounding aginst another and muscles are spasming, and I circle my clit a couple more times, and I just can’t help but moan a little as I come once more.
Then I went to the sink, washed up – and went to my desk. But I can still smell myself.
Today I was very tired waking up – but instead of opting for my more drab office dress, I instead chose to wear my black maxi-mini and some new stockings I have. They’re black fishnet with a flowered pattern. I love lacy hose – it makes me feel sexy, as you do..
And I was thinking of you when I put them on - so I put on my makeup as well and curled my hair. So I get to work and I read a story or two, and come upon a graphic description of the act that’s been on my mind more and more as of late.
I enjoyed writing a little story and imagining you and I in it. Then I went to lunch and was disappointed to find that there was no-one to enjoy my new stockings, so I finished lunch quickly and came back to work. I went straight to the ladies.
Impatient, I reached in between my legs and found my clit with my index finger, rubbing gently in circles. I recalled how you’ve mentioned smelling and tasting and how much you enjoy that, so I withdrew my finger and tasted myself..not an unpleasant taste, to me it’s a neutral taste, neither sweet or savory. I thought about you tasting my finger, and went back, this time with two fingers, again, rubbing gently in circles, but with more pressure. My stockings (hosiery, rather ) prevented me from spreading my legs, so I stopped again, removed one leg, and this time wet three of my fingers and I wasn’t sufficiently slippery. Once again, impatient – wanting to come – I spread my legs further and slowly inserted a finger from the opposite hand into my pussy, sliding it in and out In time with the rubbing of my clit. But I want more, so much more – I want to come - now!. Two fingers in and out now, faster, rubbing harder, and now three – and I am pumping my pussy with one hand and frantically rubbing my clit with the other. Thinking of how I want to feel your tongue on my ass, in my as, your cock in my mouth – soo many things I want from you, I want to hear you say filthy things to me and call me your little girl. I want you to fuck me, suck me, I want to fellate you and make your breath come hard and fast. Now my breath is coming faster and I am close..I stand and lean my head against the stall, still pumping and rubbing hard. It’s hard now for me to keep the movements straight and the fingers in my pussy are curling up, tickling and jerking, my others tickling my clit, and I think about how bad I want you to slide your cock surely and firmly all the way up to the hilt deep in my ass…and ohhhhh..there it is..once..twice…my fingers slow, a few agonized breaths, trying to keep quiet, and then, just thinking of the feeling that comes in the aftermath, when hearts are pounding aginst another and muscles are spasming, and I circle my clit a couple more times, and I just can’t help but moan a little as I come once more.
Then I went to the sink, washed up – and went to my desk. But I can still smell myself.
