I opened the red door, unsure what to expect, yet curiosity was stroking my cat and I was in need of excitement.
I needed to moan and reach my peak. Too many of us pretend that cumming is a sin. Feeling a man caress your body is a sin.
I am in need. Three dozen roses, carpet black as the night, red curtain made of satin, the room smell like cinnamon and vanilla. Greeted by a gentleman blowing his saxophone, muscles, white dress shirt, and jeans that introduce his bulge as Mr. Bulge, Out of my comfort zone, and as much as my knees shake, my hands tremble.
"You are a beautiful Queen. My name is Steel. Tonight, I plan to pamper you, lick your sweet punanni until you learn five different languages. After you've cum, your legs are trembling, your teeth chattering, every nerve in your body relaxed, and then I will fuck you into repeat orgasm. Are you ready to play dull girl?
I blink three times, feel the slow leak of secretions into my panties. Lust was winning and when I was chosen I thought it was all a joke. He fed me chocolate on frozen bananas.
"Your allergic to strawberries, your favorite color is purple. You work as a secretary but rather fulfill your dream as a dancer. Your bore, lonely, and haven't had sex in two years."
"Who gave you my resume?"
Blue Butterfly Chronicles!