I am pleased that you are happy. Really I am, we have chatted for about 9 months now, not everyday but frequently. You read my blog to keep up with my antics and when you are in need of stimuli!
I am pleased that you have found the woman of your dreams. It seems so long ago that you first told me of the night the two of you met. Even way back then I was pleased for you. I am glad you no longer feel the need to chase after other women. It must be love!
But we will always have our own special memories. How could either of us ever forget that night online where I teased you so mercilessly? I had dressed ready for our date, you told me you couldn’t make it as your mother had decided to visit and was already on her way. I already knew by then who your mother was or at least I had a pretty good idea. (I don’t think I ever did tell you who my friend is).
I settled myself in front of my computer for an evening of chatting instead. I don’t remember who I chatted to now but later in the evening you came online again. We both had our web cams on. (I have not used mine for ages now). We were just chatting when you noticed that I was rubbing my leg and as I did so my skirt was riding up. You were getting excited now, the more I stroked my leg the more my skirt was riding higher and higher exposing more and more, tan stocking and finally a smidgeon of exposed thigh. As we chatted you could not see me chatting on my phone to a friend. It was the same friend I had told who I was meeting and where ( my safety net). She is a very good friend of your mother, and was priming me with questions to ask you. The more I asked about your family the more freaked out you were getting that I knew so much about you.
But it didn’t matter how much I was freaking you out you were still mesmerised by my stocking clad legs. Dreaming, of them being wrapped around your neck. I wonder which is the strongest memory for you. That night or the one where we had chatted online both feeling frisky and lonely as we were apart from the person we wanted to be with. We talked about meeting up for a coffee. Then you suggested that if I came around to your place you would put on a porn movie and supply me with tea. By then it was about 11pm and as I was going offline for the evening I said I would think about it. I waited about half an hour before setting off, just long enough to leave you wondering if I would turn up or not. You nearly had a heart attack when I rang your doorbell just before midnight. You had just about given up on getting what you were calling your LIRagram. But you did a very good impression of the cat that got the cream.
There won’t be anymore midnight visists for you but at least you can remember those legs in fishnet stockings wrapped around your neck a few times
I am pleased that you have found the woman of your dreams. It seems so long ago that you first told me of the night the two of you met. Even way back then I was pleased for you. I am glad you no longer feel the need to chase after other women. It must be love!
But we will always have our own special memories. How could either of us ever forget that night online where I teased you so mercilessly? I had dressed ready for our date, you told me you couldn’t make it as your mother had decided to visit and was already on her way. I already knew by then who your mother was or at least I had a pretty good idea. (I don’t think I ever did tell you who my friend is).
I settled myself in front of my computer for an evening of chatting instead. I don’t remember who I chatted to now but later in the evening you came online again. We both had our web cams on. (I have not used mine for ages now). We were just chatting when you noticed that I was rubbing my leg and as I did so my skirt was riding up. You were getting excited now, the more I stroked my leg the more my skirt was riding higher and higher exposing more and more, tan stocking and finally a smidgeon of exposed thigh. As we chatted you could not see me chatting on my phone to a friend. It was the same friend I had told who I was meeting and where ( my safety net). She is a very good friend of your mother, and was priming me with questions to ask you. The more I asked about your family the more freaked out you were getting that I knew so much about you.
But it didn’t matter how much I was freaking you out you were still mesmerised by my stocking clad legs. Dreaming, of them being wrapped around your neck. I wonder which is the strongest memory for you. That night or the one where we had chatted online both feeling frisky and lonely as we were apart from the person we wanted to be with. We talked about meeting up for a coffee. Then you suggested that if I came around to your place you would put on a porn movie and supply me with tea. By then it was about 11pm and as I was going offline for the evening I said I would think about it. I waited about half an hour before setting off, just long enough to leave you wondering if I would turn up or not. You nearly had a heart attack when I rang your doorbell just before midnight. You had just about given up on getting what you were calling your LIRagram. But you did a very good impression of the cat that got the cream.
There won’t be anymore midnight visists for you but at least you can remember those legs in fishnet stockings wrapped around your neck a few times
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3 comments:
And what fabulous legs they are! (I'm so jealous!)
Wonderful legs. Even better in the fishnets!
very hot legs, xxx
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