I’ve been told to confess my last adventure, not normally one for words but here goes.
I recently had a text from Sir calling me over, lockdown had been relaxed a little, it had been far too long and well I’m not going to say no to Sir right. As usual, when I got to Sir’s apartment I stripped off my skirt and top at the door, rules are rules no outside clothes in the house. It was so so good to see him, I could feel myself getting butterflies in anticipation and when he kissed me, my god I’ve missed that.
He fixed me a Gin and Tonic (with Raspberries and Rosemary, if you never tried it you should) and then patted me on the bum and said go and introduce yourself to C. Sir always has surprises for me when I visit, I wanted to kiss him more but sheepishly I turned and walked into the living room in my underwear with my drink in hand. Sir’s friend was standing by the window, a big smile on his face, beer in hand. Tanned and tall, shaved hair, I liked him immediately, then I remembered I was just in my undies and blushed a little.