showdolly
Sexy Cyber Slut
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(closed for DoubleL and myself)
Dinah had been alone too long - much, much too long. She'd been widowed over 10 years now, and having married for money ended up in a house she couldn't otherwise have afforded... in a neighborhood with people she didn't know, and wouldn't get along with if she tried. She was a middle class gal living in an upclass world. If only she could meet a man... she'd marry for love this time, for sure. Besides, she had the money now, duh. Lesson learned - riches, jewels, and gold could never make up for the true love of a man. [sigh]
These are the things she thought about as she readied herself for bed that night. She'd been drinking most of the evening, a good wine, and slowly. Dinah could handle her liquor - she'd drunk plenty of it since her late husband's demise - and she wasn't drunk. A tiny bit tipsy maybe, buzzing perhaps, but not drunk, not yet. A shower, her legs and delicate pussy shaved, a layer of body lotion. Tonight she'd dawn her favorite teddy, that cute little thong. She loved that outfit, but hadn't purchased it until a couple of years after he'd died.... A woman needs to feel beauty sometimes on her own.
She covered with a silk robe, and wandered about the house rearranging this or that, noting a need here and adding it to the list, whatever - she wanted those two more glasses before she headed for bed. FInally exhausted, she headed to her bedroom. Dinah turned on the dim night light near her closet, and dropped her robe to the floor. The music was always on in here, soft and calming - it helped her to sleep, to relax. Tonight though, she let her hips sway to the music a bit. She found her fingers running themselves over her already-taught nipples.
The busty brunette giggled and climbed into the bed. She reached her hand down to pet her own pretty sex, and let out a feminine moan. Opening her eyes - she hadn't realized she'd closed them - Dinah noticed her light still on near the closet. She rose from the bed to turn it off, and her tinted nightlight nearer the bed automatically lit. She danced back over to the bed, making a short stop at her dresser drawer. From it she pulled her trusty, tiny little vibrator and climbed back onto the bed, not bothering to cover herself this time.
Her eyes closed, her hands traced over her own body for a moment, and soon she was lost in her own pleasures. Lying there on the bed, legs parted and clothed only in a lacey, deep purple teddy, the fair-skinned widow teased her own clitoris until she was moaning softly yet continuously. She never heard the sounds at the window in the next room, never saw the man enter her house. And, he was in for as much as a surprise as she....
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Dinah Daily
32 years old, last week
long, dark, straight hair
green eyes
very busty, full sized hips, trim waist
Far from innocent, longing for attention. Not naive or stupid, an intruder to her home would scare the woman out of her wits... but in her current state would know to not fight back, and wouldn't have the presence of mind to scream. She'd not be taken against her will, but if a man showed an interest in her, Dinah would certainly respond in a way much to his liking.
Dinah had been alone too long - much, much too long. She'd been widowed over 10 years now, and having married for money ended up in a house she couldn't otherwise have afforded... in a neighborhood with people she didn't know, and wouldn't get along with if she tried. She was a middle class gal living in an upclass world. If only she could meet a man... she'd marry for love this time, for sure. Besides, she had the money now, duh. Lesson learned - riches, jewels, and gold could never make up for the true love of a man. [sigh]
These are the things she thought about as she readied herself for bed that night. She'd been drinking most of the evening, a good wine, and slowly. Dinah could handle her liquor - she'd drunk plenty of it since her late husband's demise - and she wasn't drunk. A tiny bit tipsy maybe, buzzing perhaps, but not drunk, not yet. A shower, her legs and delicate pussy shaved, a layer of body lotion. Tonight she'd dawn her favorite teddy, that cute little thong. She loved that outfit, but hadn't purchased it until a couple of years after he'd died.... A woman needs to feel beauty sometimes on her own.
She covered with a silk robe, and wandered about the house rearranging this or that, noting a need here and adding it to the list, whatever - she wanted those two more glasses before she headed for bed. FInally exhausted, she headed to her bedroom. Dinah turned on the dim night light near her closet, and dropped her robe to the floor. The music was always on in here, soft and calming - it helped her to sleep, to relax. Tonight though, she let her hips sway to the music a bit. She found her fingers running themselves over her already-taught nipples.
The busty brunette giggled and climbed into the bed. She reached her hand down to pet her own pretty sex, and let out a feminine moan. Opening her eyes - she hadn't realized she'd closed them - Dinah noticed her light still on near the closet. She rose from the bed to turn it off, and her tinted nightlight nearer the bed automatically lit. She danced back over to the bed, making a short stop at her dresser drawer. From it she pulled her trusty, tiny little vibrator and climbed back onto the bed, not bothering to cover herself this time.
Her eyes closed, her hands traced over her own body for a moment, and soon she was lost in her own pleasures. Lying there on the bed, legs parted and clothed only in a lacey, deep purple teddy, the fair-skinned widow teased her own clitoris until she was moaning softly yet continuously. She never heard the sounds at the window in the next room, never saw the man enter her house. And, he was in for as much as a surprise as she....
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dinah Daily
32 years old, last week
long, dark, straight hair
green eyes
very busty, full sized hips, trim waist
Far from innocent, longing for attention. Not naive or stupid, an intruder to her home would scare the woman out of her wits... but in her current state would know to not fight back, and wouldn't have the presence of mind to scream. She'd not be taken against her will, but if a man showed an interest in her, Dinah would certainly respond in a way much to his liking.