A woman walked into my apartment in stripper heels and a slinky black dress that didn't quite cover the bottom of her ass. In this, she made me dinner, clomping around, bending over occaisionally to afford me a view of her black, see-through, frilly panties...
...and that, gentle reader, is where the comparisons to a Penthouse Letters submission will end, because I didn't. It wasn't unreasonable for her to expect it, because we've had somewhat of a thing from time to time, but you see the thing is this: last night SHE leaned across her car seat unexpectedly and pulled me in for a kiss, and when I felt HER lips on mine my first thought was simply, no one else. *This* is all I want.
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