The Lady returns

Daydreamin

I glance over to your photo on my desk, and I smell you. I sit back and remember the warmth of your body against mine when I awoke this morning. And the heat of last night. The feel of your breasts under the lace of your nightie. Your sweet smell when I went down on you. The passion with which you made love to me last night. I felt the trails from your nails when I got under the water of the shower this morning. I rub the swelling in my trousers. Thinking of you arrouses me. Damn I enjoy making love with you. I dial the phone. You answer on the first ring. I hear the panting in your voice and ask, "What have you been up to?" You reply, "Just thinkin of you." A little giggle. I insist that we have lunch together. You agree, knowing we won't eat.
 
shibaristudent said:
I glance over to your photo on my desk, and I smell you. I sit back and remember the warmth of your body against mine when I awoke this morning. And the heat of last night. The feel of your breasts under the lace of your nightie. Your sweet smell when I went down on you. The passion with which you made love to me last night. I felt the trails from your nails when I got under the water of the shower this morning. I rub the swelling in my trousers. Thinking of you arrouses me. Damn I enjoy making love with you. I dial the phone. You answer on the first ring. I hear the panting in your voice and ask, "What have you been up to?" You reply, "Just thinkin of you." A little giggle. I insist that we have lunch together. You agree, knowing we won't eat.
Mmmmm, sounds like a mouth watering way to spend lunch...............
 
Fun filled Friday to the sexy lady :rose: :kiss: :rose:

Hope its a good night for ya
 
I recieved a package in the mail today. When I opened it and looked at the contents my curiosity was immediately aroused. A pair of leopard skin stilettos, a short denim skirt and a thin white tank top. As I remove the clothing from the box, a note attached to a smaller package falls out.
The note contains directions. I put the clothing on as instructed - with no undergarments. Then I open the smaller package. Inside is an egg-shaped device. The instructions on the note say to insert the device in my pussy, so I do. The note then tells me to go to the bookstore at Third and Franklin and you'll meet me there. Wondering who you are and how I'll know you, I proceed to the bookstore as instructed.
As I'm wandering the store looking around wondering who you are, I begin to feel a slight vibration inside my pussy. So! That's what that little egg-shaped thing does. And by remote control! Who are you? Where are you?
 
ladyluvscox said:
I recieved a package in the mail today. When I opened it and looked at the contents my curiosity was immediately aroused. A pair of leopard skin stilettos, a short denim skirt and a thin white tank top. As I remove the clothing from the box, a note attached to a smaller package falls out.
The note contains directions. I put the clothing on as instructed - with no undergarments. Then I open the smaller package. Inside is an egg-shaped device. The instructions on the note say to insert the device in my pussy, so I do. The note then tells me to go to the bookstore at Third and Franklin and you'll meet me there. Wondering who you are and how I'll know you, I proceed to the bookstore as instructed.
As I'm wandering the store looking around wondering who you are, I begin to feel a slight vibration inside my pussy. So! That's what that little egg-shaped thing does. And by remote control! Who are you? Where are you?
so you got my parcel ;)
 
at the store...

ladyluvscox said:
I recieved a package in the mail today. When I opened it and looked at the contents my curiosity was immediately aroused. A pair of leopard skin stilettos, a short denim skirt and a thin white tank top. As I remove the clothing from the box, a note attached to a smaller package falls out.
The note contains directions. I put the clothing on as instructed - with no undergarments. Then I open the smaller package. Inside is an egg-shaped device. The instructions on the note say to insert the device in my pussy, so I do. The note then tells me to go to the bookstore at Third and Franklin and you'll meet me there. Wondering who you are and how I'll know you, I proceed to the bookstore as instructed.
As I'm wandering the store looking around wondering who you are, I begin to feel a slight vibration inside my pussy. So! That's what that little egg-shaped thing does. And by remote control! Who are you? Where are you?

I can see you straighten as I push the remote control again, sending the delicate vibration deep inside you. But not yet, I am not ready to reveal myself.
You look a bit confused as you hear the store's paging system call your name, asking you to come to the front counter for your order, - an order you never made. You approach, expecting....what? To meet me, perhaps, but instead there is a young man there, longish hair and pleasant, obviously very happy to see you stepping up to the counter. You are suddenly aware of how the delightfull little egg has manifested itself, your hard nipples poking nearly through the thin white material of the tank top. His eyes have a hard time looking elsewhere as you identify yourself and ask for your order. Rather than being self conscious, you find yourself aroused at his attention, and make some small talk while leaning forward to tease the hapless youth. It is then that the buzzing starts again, and both of you are surprised at the little gasp you let out.
The teller has handed you a small book, the title tells you it is a compendium of erotic poetry. From my vantage point, I can see the smile on your face, the gleam in your eyes. You open the cover and discover a calligraphied note on parchment addressed to you. You glance around, I am but feet away, casually flipping through a magazine and totally unnoticed. The remote in my pocket has been again switched off, and I turn away, seemingly uninterested. The note directs you to the reading area near the back of the store, populated with several large, overstuffed leather chairs for the patrons. You'll know yours, it says, by the books in the seat. Not sure that you want to continue, but intrigued, you hesitate for a moment to contemplate your choices. A jolt shoots through you as the egg inside your warm, tight pussy jumps to life - you had not realized until this second that there was more than a single setting on this magnificent toy. Marvelously startled you take a deep breath and let out a little wimper, your knees nearly buckling, - and head to the reading area....
 
the store, part 2

You find the reading area near the rear of the store, a quiet area with big, overstuffed leather chairs. Arriving, you find that all but one of the chairs is occupied, and wonder if I am among the readers. You try to act casual as you make your way to the open chair, though your nipples are quite hard and you can feel the moist heat of your swelling lips between your legs. There is a stack of books sitting on the chair, and an envelope on top with the same calligraphy addressed simply to "Lady." You glance around, no one seems to be paying too much attention, though you do see a couple of the other readers glance over their books at you. Am I among them? You pick up the envelope and, openning it, read the note inside.

"Sensuous Vixen, Please enjoy the sampling of books selected expressly for you. You are being observed now and, as you have chosen to wear the clothes I selected and enjoy the gift as well, I expect you to continue to play along in this fantasy. You will enjoy it more than you imagine. First, bend at the waist to examine the books - while you are watched. Then, you may place the books on the ground and take a seat, choosing whichever you like to peruse more thoroughly. I'm sure you noticed the inverted zipper on the front of your skirt. Perhaps as you read, you'll feel like pulling that up and allowing the skirt to open up a little, - or a lot."

You finish the note and flip it over looking for something more. A clue to who I am? You look around again, self conscious for the first time. All the readers you are sure are looking at you. You must admit you are aroused and very curious to continue, but there is a hesitation. Then the buzzing starts inside you, gently at first, but rising quickly to a mind altering state. Your eyes close, savoring the delicious sensation. You bend completely over at the waist knowing full well that anyone looking has an unobstructed view of your firm fine ass and full pussy lips, and begin to sort through your books slowly. Just as suddenly, the buzzing stops, but you remain bent, exposed, intrigued by the selections.
 
ladyluvscox said:
Hmmm, Erotic Surrender by Claudia Varrin. I believe I'll begin with this one...........
You sit, curious how I could know you like this. Two books on submission, another on bondage, a couple on exhibitionism, and a final one on female love. Have you given all these clues on Lit? Do I know you from somewhere else? These thoughts run through you as you begin to skim Erotic Surrender: even the title excites you.

Almost inperceptibly, I have turned on the egg. Very low, enough to warm you, to begin a craving.... You skim the book, stopping here and there to dwell on the seductive images written of. Your mind wanders, giving yourself over to those images. The small buzzing within is having it's effects. You glance up and see at least one set of eyes trying to look up your tiny skirt and a sly, warm smile spreads across your face, your eyes brighten. You are trying to decide how to respond, toying with the right balance of seductiveness and outright carnal lust, when a young woman approaches.

Excuse me, she says, this is for you, and hands you a small lavender envelope with the intials LLC on it. Openning it you read:

Surrender. Surrender to your passions, your curiousity, your lusts, your dreams. The store will be closing in five minutes, however, those of you in this section will not be disturbed. This is for you, enjoy yourself - and the others if you wish.....

You've read the note twice. Who is this person, how does he, does she?, know my deepest, most secret thoughts? You want to get up and leave, it's been fun, but.... You glance over the letter, still in your hands, to take in the others in the reading area for the first time with real interest. Your heart is racing, a combination of near euphoric arousal and a degree of trepidation. More arousal, you realize, and are not quite aware that the toy within has been turned up another notch. Four men, all fairly good looking, and a very pretty blonde. As you glance at each, they greet you with a smile and a little nod. You sit there wondering what to do. The lights in the rest of the store go off.
 
Do I leave? Dare I stay? I have imagined things like this before but I do desire my imaginings to become reality?
 
ladyluvscox said:
Do I leave? Dare I stay? I have imagined things like this before but I do desire my imaginings to become reality?
Dear beautiful, it is yours and yours only to leave. You have many FRIENDS. I also know a thread is very time consuming and it is not reality. However, sometimes reality sucks and LIT is better. Do what is best for you. Maybe you can skip a day or two here, but then can to see us. Wanting you to be happy. Panzer General. :kiss: :rose:
 
panzer general said:
Dear beautiful, it is yours and yours only to leave. You have many FRIENDS. I also know a thread is very time consuming and it is not reality. However, sometimes reality sucks and LIT is better. Do what is best for you. Maybe you can skip a day or two here, but then can to see us. Wanting you to be happy. Panzer General. :kiss: :rose:
PG - I was not talking about leaving my thread, my wonder at leaving was in response to the story KS and I were playing with. I have no intention of leaving Lit any time soon. :kiss: :kiss: :heart: :heart:
 
Hectic, hectic holidays,
Don't leave a girl much time to play.
Dinners to cook, gifts to wrap,
Not even much time left for a nap.


But I did manage to make time for one pic -
 
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ladyluvscox said:
Hectic, hectic holidays,
Don't leave a girl much time to play.
Dinners to cook, gifts to wrap,
Not even much time left for a nap.


But I did manage to make time for one pic -
mmmmm thanks for Dinner Honey... :kiss:

We'll be waiting when you get back :devil:
 
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