Partly continued by a very imaginative friend and then picked up by myself at his instruction, enjoy:- The doorbell rings; I stand and wobble slightly on the heels. I go and answer the door, and find you there in jeans and an old t-shirt. You look me up and down, appraising me, almost like a possession, and nod. The contrast to what I'm wearing is striking. I take your arm to help me walk the short distance to the car. Ever the gentleman, you help me in and close the door. As we set off, I ask you where we're going. You just smile and run a hand up my leg, letting your fingers rest on the s… 続きを読む
Dressing for Pleasure . . .
Well, it's time to get ready for my date. The outfit that you have sent me is lying on the bed. I just have to raise the nerve to put it on. A large glass of white wine, may help, I tell myself as I pour it with a slightly trembling hand. I sip it slowly as I look over the various parts of my costume for the night. With a small sigh of anticipation I put down the glass and step out of my dressing gown. "In for a penny . . " I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my leg… 続きを読む