Tomorrow will be the end of a brief, but oh so long dry spell for me and Teacher. We have a little rendez-vous planned that has rendered me a giddy mess. I've been walking around all day with this shit-eating grin on my face. From what I gather he has big plans for me, I have an inkling, but not entirely.
What I do know is, from what he has told me, is that I will be taking a step over the threshold on to the path of being a submissive. His submissive.
He called me his "sub vamp" tonight and, well, I just melted. I love being his personal bombshell. I adore flirting with him. I love being his slut. I love how he manhandles me. God, there is nothing like being held down and having the livign daylights fucked out of you by a tough man. Nothing!
I'm up late, my nails are drying because there is somethign utterly sexy about painted nails around a hard cock, and I most certainly plan on shoving Teacher's shaft as far down my throat as possible, my face next to his stomach, his balls encased in my other hand. Though, from what I gather, I may not have access to my hands, but it is the thought that counts.
To bad my nails are wet, because I honestly want to go take of this wet pussy I've acquired while writing this.
I'll share all the sordid details later this week.
Wednesday
Oasis
Posted by Dirty Girl at 19.9.07
Labels: lessons, submission
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