She sat at the foot of the bed, her stiletto heels wide apart, leaning back on her elbows, hair in her eyes, her waist cruelly tucked in by the corset that matched the shoes. The white patent leather gleamed against her darkly tanned skin, making her look untouchably exotic, like the Hope Diamond or a fully plumed peacock.

"Well," I breathed out slowly, "I like the new outfit."

She smiled and pushed the hair out of her eyes, then reached down to tug at the elastic tops of her white fishnets. Her legs spread wider; I could see the lips of her shaved cunt, thick and wetly parted.

I thought I might die before I could cross the room.

"Are you sure it's not too much?" she asked, drawing one redly manicured nail across her breasts, her nipples tightening behind her touch. She lifted one foot into the air before her and studied the straps and buckles of her shoe. "I just don't know about these shoes. How am I going to walk in them?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

I pulled my shirt over my head. Dropped it. Walked towards the bed.

"I promise you won't have to."

latest

archive