Bucket list: an evolving story
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Posted:Mar 29, 2022 10:31 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2022 4:27 pm
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Anonymous intimacy
I walk into a room. I am dressed, only, in a long white cotton dress. The fabric is somewhat thin, semi-transparent. The loose diaphanous fabric flows across my body, like the gentlest caresses of a tender lover. My nipples respond. ItâÂÂs not only the dress that stimulates me
My dream is coming true.
The room appears to be unoccupied, but I know you are there, waiting where you can see me, and I canâÂÂt see you.
I look around and take in the scene. The room is somewhat ordinary, for a hotel room; standard bed, chair, mini-fridge, small couch. I donâÂÂt take in the just the visual aspects of the room but rather the erotic potential. I note the positions of furniture, fabrics, temperature. I want to seal the image in my mind, to relive the moments as fully and completely as I possible. I can tell the couch has been moved. It serves as a signpost, directing me the place you chose for me. The couch is small. But arms of the couch are waist high, and comfortably overstuffed. I approach the end closest to me. I caress the leather, as I would a lover. I lean over and arm of the couch, testing the fit and comfort of the position. I lean over the couch several times, just to feel my nipples slide across the leather through the fabric of my dress. I take a few moments. Getting familiar with my location, and position. I know you are waiting for our preset signal. I know that you have entered the room, when I hear a soft moan escape the base if your throat. I know you are watching me. I spend more time, with my nipples. I spread my stance. I want to be as open to you as possible. I hear your breath, as I change position. You wait, patiently behind me, watching me âÂÂsettle inâÂÂ. Once I settle in, I raise the soft fabric of my dress up slowly, up exposing my legs, my wetness, and my ass. I hear your breath raspy, louder. I hear your sudden intake of your breath, as I spread my legs, just a little further.
I want a certain experience. I havenâÂÂt been close to a penis in many years. I yearn for the fullness in my vagina. My ass has been neglected for decades. Thinking of anal sex is what I do, when I want to come. I just want to be fucked.
I have few rules. If I come, donâÂÂt stop. If I scream, donâÂÂt stop. If I pass out, you can take a break. Use fresh condoms after anal contact. Only, in the unlikely event, that you hear my safe word, should you stop.
I know I will feel pain. But I will feel. And I want a reminder of this moment, each time I sit, for days.
We have so many signals to express our feelings and desires. But my next signal is so simple, yet I find it so arousing. Finally, I give you my signal of readiness by pulling the flowing skirt over my head. I want both anonymity and intimacy. I want to submit to your desires, while fulfilling my own. I present myself to you, for my pleasure.
I know I will be tight.
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