None but herself can be her parallel.

Looking down she trailed her fingers along the parallel lines of her suspender straps. The smooth sensation of the belt gripping her soft flesh; snug but not too tight, gripping but not biting. Picking up one stocking she worked her fingers to the toes, bunching up the flimsy nylon. Rolling the fabric over her toes,... Continue Reading →

What difference can you make today?

What a difference a purple pinky makes. Suddenly I'm feeling sexy again; desirable and deviant. This same bra last week, functional and appropriate for the day. Last night I felt like a new woman, a mellow state of arousal engulfed me. Did I look different to the friends I saw at the munch last night?... Continue Reading →

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