Flash cards
One of the myriad of reasons I love (and lust after) A____ is her affinity for boots and her willingness to wear lingerie of the leather, lace or otherwise variety. You saw a picture a few posts ago. Rahr. Ok. And seriously, I shouldn’t be thinking about this or writing about this at work, but here we are at another break and so i thought I’d throw down a little more. LIfe has been such that I don’t really feel much like writing in the places I normally do. Here is a different story. I’m not sure why that is and it may be a post for another time.
As I was saying: one of the reasons blah blah blah… She likes dressing up. I like it when she dresses up. We had a thing before where i’d look at her boots and ask “have I done you in those?”. That’s expanded to most of her wardrobe. Sometimes I just have to look at her in something and I almost bust out of whatever I’m wearing. Sometimes I almost can’t wait to get home. Sometimes I fuck her on the stairs on the way up because I can’t. That’s not always because of the clothes, but watching her walk up in front of me in a dangerously short skirt and tall boots gets me boiling. I end up grabbing her and pushing her down onto the stairs, lifting her skirt and fingering her, or just straight up entering her. I don’t think she minds at all. Sometimes I force her up against the wall and just fondle her a little, then smack her ass and push her back into motion up the stairs.
There are days when we talk about what she should wear. She asks me what I would like her to go out in, or what I’d like to fuck her in. Sometimes I just tell her: “Make sure and wear the black and pink thong and your lace up boots.”
Sometimes I want to come home and have her all ready. So we’ll be making flash cards…
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