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Bunches and bunches
2020-07-22 09:34:31 (UTC)

Clawed Fingertips

Mr. Curved Line came over and I met him in my professional work finest. A lifetime ago I was a court automaton, all conservative suits and snug fit jackets, hair in a bun. As I sat writing the last of the prior entry, I gave him an acknowledgement at the door of my office after he'd spent some time exchanging pleasantries with my family. A golden Barbie dress-up hour with my suit fitting every curve of my new body exactly and my merry widow underneath. The boning skimming my form and the cups brimming over with me under my fitted jacket.

We'd discussed how sexy it would be to see me in my work clothes, as I see him in his nearly daily. I left off my subtle make-up as he is a fan of the fresh faced look. My feet were tucked into a pair of heels and other than my silk stockings being missing, it is really too damn hot in the heat of Summer for such nonsense, I perched typing away as he entered my office. I posted to you all and he inspected me, the cut of my jacket all buttoned up and the second skin of my knee length pencil skirt and my open toed heels. I was nearly eye to eye with him and we laughed about the height difference. Kisses peppered my neck as he explored me. Arched back in my chair, as his mouth made short work of my sheer black panties and my cries filled the room, he defiled my office in ways that still haunt my thoughts and make me wet.

I egged him on, there was more to find. He undid my jacket and I spilled out in a black lace merry widow. He made some appreciative noises and twirled me out to commit me to his memory. He wanted me upstairs, now. We gathered our discarded garments and laughingly pulled each other up my stairwell. As the door clicked shut, we tossed our loads down and he was around me, on me, with such hunger in his hands and husky voice. I was pushed across my bed, divested of my suit skirt and he returned to his work. His stubble occasionally raking my thighs and my lips, he emerged slicked with me and I devoured myself off of his face amidst his moans. He directed me to his jeans which he was out of in mere seconds.

I have spent a lot of time off from male oral exploration, and now I apply myself like a woman starved of it. All the skin, tastes and textures and his responses, they feed my voracious appetite for him. He was rendered quite beyond words and lay spread out, sometimes taking in the view, which always makes me smile, around him. I made some sort of comment about his f*ck me on the floor hotness in response to which he removed us from the bed. The rest was awash in inarticulate noises and insensate murmurings. Later we would make love and lay wrapped in each other discussing what the future might hold for us. For now it was the animal attraction and heaving breaths of a couple given to their own carnal desires.




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