Forbidden stories of Lilly Kink

She arrived home after dinner in the still golden sunlight of the summer sun. She felt good, she had been out with friends and had a few drinks, nothing too heavy and it was early.

Her man is in “his” chair, reading in hand but his eyes alert to the door. He smiles a modest one at her entry, but the eyes are saying one thing: want. “Undress for me, my darling. Slowly”.

He watched her stand up as the seatbelt sign turned off with the familiar ding. She was sitting one row in front of him, and he had a hard time not undressing her with his eyes. She wore a short dress, black and fitted

Maya and Lilly had been good friends for many years, ever since meeting on ski holiday. They would frequently go out for cocktails and after a while Maya and Lilly grew closer.

She sat in 4D, smirking at the complaints of the aging American retirees trying to find their seats in the fully booked Swiss business class, not understanding the heavy accent of the lead purser..

“Thanks for inviting me over,” she said as he allowed her to walk in. She flipped her brown hair back and then he gently took of her red coat off. When she felt that slight touch from his fingers..

You will see many “blogs” and pages advertising a professional submissive like myself that talk a lot about the prototypical fantasy of ménage a trois. For me, this is not a service I provide for the benefit of my dance partner..

She arrived home after dinner in the still golden sunlight of the summer sun. She felt good, she had been out with friends and had a few drinks, nothing too heavy and it was early. She was hoping to surprise her husband…