A fantasists perspective on being tortured. Where the torturers' sins are much worse than the tortured.
Hello...
She walks past me at least twice a week...in those tight black shorts.
Enjoying teasing me in every possible way...
Exhaling, her fabulous butt cheeks while bending over to pick up that water bottle.
Sometimes that thong and bra are so tight it must be rubbing, everything... crazy.
But all I ..notice, those cute pure white cotton socks.
I know she knows. I know she has been told to tease me as punishment. Boy is she good at it.
So good, my mind swims, as we both, just have to laugh.
Every inch a beauty, in every possible way,...bar one.
HELLO!
Those black shorts are sticky ….and clinging to my door handle, trainers, lay splayed on the floor and your sweaty naked body is cuddled up in my furry blanket as I walk in to see that bum naked in all its glory, breasts pressed firmly into the fur. A white streak, my cum, still dribbling down your inside thigh as you enjoy showing me your full nakedness in a full frontal move. Your body flickers in the fire light, suddenly... swiftly in a single move, opening up, you raise your pelvis up ...so high I can smell your glistening pussy in all its hairy glory.
Hello !
You quietly growl at me to, lick it, lick it clean and I sink my head slowly between your templed legs as you squeal in anticipation as my tongue slowly starts to make the letter A on your huge swollen clitty, we both look knowingly into each other's eyes, knowing it's a long alphabet.
Hello! Did you say something...
She bristles away, out the door and leaves me wondering if it was a thong after all? Or just a pair of white cotton panties to match those pure white cotton socks.
Hello!..See ya next week.
Sorry, I'm miles away...
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