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Another night with Véronique (part 2)
Read moreAs I licked the last bits of her pussy juice off my fingers, I started the car. We drove, in the rain. She touched herself, her fingers in the lacy white panties I had selected, as I drove. “It’s not…
Aide-memoire as tease
Read moreBefore you hear from either Véronique or me about the rest of the evening that began like this, I thought I’d post the e-mail V sent me between when I dropped her off, and when I got home, all of…
Another night with Véronique (part 1)
Read moreI had planned for Véronique to receive a paper copy of the note from the bartender.* But I was running late. As I drove up the block, in the rain, toward the bar, I saw her approaching the bar herself.…
A note, at the bar…. (modern style)
Read moreYour instructions, while at the bar: 1) Please pinch one nipple – between your fingers, not through your dress – while standing at the bar, furtively. 2) Please go to the bathroom and call me. If I don’t answer, leave…
Coda
Read moreWe left the hotel, walked to the car. “Could you cum again?” she asked. “Absolutely,” I said. “But I’d prefer not to while driving. But you can…. You should play with yourself.” “Again?!?” she asked. “How many orgasms did you…
When she woke up
Read moreShe knew the day would be long. She knew that in the course of the day, he would select the clothes she would wear that night. That he would provide her with enough direction to ensure… well, to ensure that…
In which Véronique continues our tale… (part 2)
Read moreThis is Véronique’s Part 2 to the story she began here, and I began here. My “Part 2” will follow. Suffice it to say, I’ll capture a few details that she left out, and she’s captured a few that I’ll…
In which Véronique introduces herself… (part 1)
Read moreYesterday, I introduced you to Véronique. Today, you may read her account of the first part of our date. He told me to arrive at 10:30, although he wouldn’t be able to join me until 10:45 or 11:00. I left…
Meet Véronique (part 1)
Read moreThe date was much-hyped. We hadn’t met. I had seen all of ten pictures of Véronique, none of her face (though one that captured just a bit of her lips). She had not seen anything of me. I knew she…
And the next time…
Read more“May I minister to your body a bit?” I asked. “Sure,” Jen said. She was wearing a soft, flowing skirt, and a tank top over a metallic, ornate bra. “How do you want me?” she asked. “Just lie on your…
