Some facts about Layla:
- She’s got a spectacular, curvy, supple body.
- She’s a mom, with a toddler.
- Her breasts are simply unbelievable. 34C. Maybe D. Round. Soft. She knows this. She wears clothes, bras, that convey not just how her breasts look, but how they feel. Which is, simply, amazing.
- My party last week wasn’t her scene. She’s sexually adventurous, open, but not so bi, and not so adventurous.
- I’ve offered to make a fantasy or two of hers a reality. A two-man threesome. Being watched while fucking. But. Her fantasies – at least those – are, for the moment, fantasies. She likes them that way. She doesn’t want them to happen. She just wants to imagine them. Me? I want to conjure them. I want her to thank me. 😉
- She’s incredibly generous with her body, happily displaying it to me when stretching in lingerie.
- She’s unbelievably sexy. Her smile – somehow both shy and bold – is a thing of spectacular beauty. She always looks like she’s just been fucked. Her long, straight brown hair is always just slightly tousled. Not messy. Not unkempt. Like – tousled.
- Her ass defies description. Judge for yourself.
And.
When I described my Sapphic Soiree to her, when I told her about the gift bags, and about the gift certificates, she was like, “I want that!”
Orders have been placed. One vibrator.
One bodysuit.
Express delivery. I can’t. Fucking. Wait. Soon: I’ll be watching as she presses that tiny wand against her clit, through that bodysuit.
I told her this: “I fucking need to see/hear you come for me,” I wrote. “NEEEEEEED.” I added: “And, if you’re inspired to give me that while you’re waiting for delivery? I will definitely not complain. YOU MAKE MY COCK REALLY FUCKING HARD.”
Soon after, I wrote, “I want a lot for you. [Just to paint you a picture: I’m sitting here writing about my Sapphic Soiree, and/but I keep pausing, distracted by thinking about your thighs open and a vibrator pressing against your clit, through the panties you wore today. Stroking my cock. Hard.”
I sent that at 3:20 pm.
At 4:02 pm, I received this:
Oh fuck.[That’s what I typed to her.] Listening now. Oh. My. God. Was that a really long orgasm? Or were there 2 or 3? So fucking hot.
“That was 2 :)”
Listen for yourself.
I knew she was going to be loud. I just knew it.
[I know Layla’s a fucking kinda girl. She knows I’m an oral kinda guy. Still…..]