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D-Day for Dior
Oct 19th, 2006 by Holiday
My darling Dior:
So, today is the Day.
Regrettably, I can’t be with you.
Yet today is when you will meet your young lover. And not merely as a one-off fling. You’ll have plenty of chances to be with him.
I can tell he’s going to be part of your life for quite a while.
But … for today, you have shaved your pussy for your young lover. You have painted your toenails. You are wearing the black bra and panties that appeal to him.
Today, you are for him to enjoy. And to say that you will be his woman never implies a subservient or second-class role for you. This is not your style. You are a very independent woman, and you like to take charge of your experiences; otherwise you wouldn’t be with your new lover today.
Not only did you initiate the Craiglist ad, but you suggested today as the time for a tryst – rather than wait a few more weeks when you’re out of town.
You want him, as much as he wants you.
The heat. Is. On.
Today you will be his woman … to follow his lead, to take command, to be an equal in lust.
Once he kisses you … once he fondles your breasts … once he exposes his cock, you will want to be with him as long as time allows today.
And then, in the end, you two will share one more intimacy when you shower together.
I will always be jealous of any male who makes you wet … who provokes your lust … who captivates you with a thick, cut cock you can’t wait to fellate to orgasm … who so easily slides into your wet cunt and fucks you.
The idea that another man will fill your mouth with hot cum torments me. You know it does. It should be me, and only me.
The idea that a much, much younger man will fill your cunt with his cock and fuck you torments me. You know it does. It should be me, and only me.
The idea that your lover will lick your excitable clit with his devoted tongue torments me. You know it does. It should be me, and only me.
The idea that another man will make your pussy sore from wonderful fucking torments me. You know it does. It should be me, and only me.
And yet as you know… as we both know, your deliberate misbehavior excites me profoundly. You know it does. The arousal is so intoxicating.
And now I am hot beyond belief.
Viviane,
imagination can do that to one, can’t it ?!?
Have a good weekend.
Sincerely,
Anne Elizabeth
i really love the dior stories … there’s something so viscerally appealing about that kind of lust and that level of willingness to share…