Author: tapetitefille

It feels like I’m dreaming; I can see your face and feel your touch. It’s distorted, though, so I must be asleep. I stretch my body, arching my back and moving to sigh into my pillow. In my mind, your hands are creeping up my thighs.
It’s agonizing. With my eyes still closed I could almost be falling, spiraling off somewhere with only your grip to anchor me down. My hips begin to work in slow circles as I feel your fingertips dance even further up, now accompanied by close, warm breaths.

It’s a delicious dream. In my sleep I smile, relaxed, opening up to you even more. You drag your lips across my skin, and I can almost feel the weight of the bed shift as you climb further up my body. My mind flickers slightly, images of you hovered over me flooding my thoughts as I feel the bed shift again, a soft pressure appearing on either side of my thighs. My eyes flutter open as the heat moves up my stomach, and when I gasp, I feel your lips curl into a smile against my skin.

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​“Will this be all for you, today?” The woman behind the counter smiles as she gathers the soft fabrics placed before her. I nod, quickly, and flash a smile of my own. Behind me I feel your hand tracing light circles at the small of my back, and I try not to shift my hips too much. Reading my thoughts, your hand moves slightly to steady me, balancing me with your palm and sending heat into my skin. I shiver and hope it goes unnoticed.

Pink, white and gold bits of silk and lace flutter among sheets of tissue paper, wrapped and placed carefully into bags. A jet-black garter and waistband set is selected, and the woman lingers with the velvet arranged delicately across her fingers. She looks up, and for a moment I fear we’ve been caught.

“If I may,” she inclines, “there’s an absolutely gorgeous pair of stockings that match this particular set.” Her gaze moves to a corner of the shop and we both turn our heads to follow. “Sheer, black mesh past the knee, and a band of impossibly soft velvet caressing up the inner thigh.” She motions to a small display under a spotlight. Read more »

“Will this be all for you, today?” The woman behind the counter smiles as she gathers the soft fabrics placed before her. I nod, quickly, and flash a smile of my own. Behind me I feel your hand tracing light circles at the small of my back, and I try not to shift my hips too much. Reading my thoughts, your hand moves slightly to steady me, balancing me with your palm and sending heat into my skin. I shiver and hope it goes unnoticed.

Pink, white and gold bits of silk and lace flutter among sheets of tissue paper, wrapped and placed carefully into bags. A jet-black garter and waistband set is selected, and the woman lingers with the velvet arranged delicately across her fingers. She looks up, and for a moment I fear we’ve been caught.

“If I may,” she inclines, “there’s an absolutely gorgeous pair of stockings that match this particular set.” Her gaze moves to a corner of the shop and we both turn our heads to follow. “Sheer, black mesh past the knee, and a band of impossibly soft velvet caressing up the inner thigh.” She motions to a small display under a spotlight. Read more »