StellaBeatiful

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Nobody ever proven that life is a serious thing - thus I would advise You to sit back, relax and enjoy my company in a private room, I have a strong feeling You won't regret it.

  • 20
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  • English, Russian
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  •   StellaBeatiful  4 years ago
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    I had a quiet week at my studies and was able to study
    comfortably. The dreadful stinging on my boobs undersides and
    spanked rear end stopped while I worked. Somehow, Angelina's
    'spell' for want of a better description allowed me to study but
    not watch TV or relax in any way. As soon as I tried to relax
    the hot stinging pain came on with a vengeance again and again.
    It only eased off after I got into bed each night. However, I
    awoke on the Thursday and as had become usual my butt and the
    undersides of my boobs started stinging immediately. I cringed
    at the thought of another day of pain.

    I showered and while dressing noticed a slight reduction in the
    pain. It wasn't relief but I live in hope. Sure enough during
    my quick breakfast and dash to my transport, the pain reduced
    further. By the time I had reached the university, the pain had
    reduced to a minor sort of hot sting that I found aroused me a
    little judging by the feel and erectness of my nipples. After
    university, the pain did not return. Was it all finished? I had
    no idea but certainly hoped so. But I was still horny.

  •   Ryoga1980  4 years ago
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    awesome

  •   StellaBeatiful  4 years ago
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    thank you ^^

  •   StellaBeatiful  4 years ago
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    She became quite rough with my areolas and nipples getting me
    very wet all within a couple of minutes I always seem very horny
    after my lay off time of my periods. Yes, I know one doesn't
    have to quit during those days but I do; always have. My
    inhibitions weakened I pulled my skirt to my waist and picked her
    up slipping her between my tummy and the table on my lap making
    sure that her skirt was also pulled up. Our naked tummies and
    mounds met with heat and electricity flowing wildly through us.
    By club rules neither of us had panties on. The thrill of such
    openly exposure of my breasts and Ingrid's insistent unrestrained
    sexual presence all over my exposed body was surreal.

    It was hard for me to comprehend that it was real but I knew it
    was not a dream although I could think of her as dreamy, no
    problem. Seconds later I had forgotten that as I felt fingers
    enter me to the fullest possible stretching my silky muscular
    walls. This sent me into a fit of craving for her. Ingrid
    ground her mound into me and I pressed back. I couldn't see who
    it was through Ingrid but I didn't care just then. I couldn't
    help it; I thrust at the fingers squeezing the slight Ingrid
    against the table. The fingers pinched hard on my engorged
    clitoris and shook it grinding knuckles into my sensitive labia
    sending even more outrageous lightening flashes through me. My
    mind reeled as I soaked up the luscious sensations. I rushed
    towards an orgasm and I felt Ingrid tensing too. She was
    tripping with me.

  •   StellaBeatiful  4 years ago
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    I noticed that the lunchtime crowd had mostly disappeared, leaving just the two of us in that section and decided to increase the tension a little. Seemingly unconsciously, my right hand drifted to the top button of my dress and plays with it a bit. Almost on its own volition, the button came free and my hand slipped inside just a little; just enough for him to be able to tell that I'd just caressed my nipple. My hand slipped back out of my dress, but I didn't bother to re-button it.

    I reached down to dig in my purse for something (does it really matter), causing my top to blouse open. I could see him staring down my dress to my breasts as I looked through my bangs at him. His own response is VERY flattering to me as I see a bulge grow in his pants. I took my time, finally retrieving my lipstick which I applied in a sensuous manner.

    I picked my book back up and resumed reading. It seemed that I then developed an itch on the inside of my thigh, so I brought my knee up and out just a bit so I can reach the spot. My legs were now partially open to him and he seemed to have choked a bit on his coffee. I glanced over at him and asked with my eyes if he was OK. We smiled at each other but said nothing. We both knew what was going on with each other. My hand continued to scratch lightly at my inner thigh, raising the hem of my dress higher and higher until my thong was fully exposed to his view.

    The itch had moved to another spot now, a tingling, tickling itch that I HAD to scratch. I didn't think he'd mind. My finger rubbed then scratched at the juncture of my thighs as I slumped slightly into my seat, legs spread open for his pleasure. My heart was pounding at the prospect of showing myself to a stranger like this in a public place. A quick glance around showed that we we're still alone.

  •   StellaBeatiful  4 years ago
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    I had told Eric about my fantasy of flashing strangers so he dared me to do it at lunch today. He really shouldn't have done that because as Paul knows, I'll take a dare. So picture this. I had on my simple black A-style dress, the kind most women have some form of. Mine is made of a silky fabric, has spaghetti straps, buttons down the front, has a scoop neckline and comes to mid thigh on me. I was not wearing a bra and had on my smallest black lace thong underneath. A gentleman in the restaurant noticed me sitting at the table and he couldn't help but try and get a glimpse down the neckline of my dress (I know how men are!). I caught him doing this out of the corner of my eye, but didn't let on that he'd been busted (nice pun, huh?).

    He sat across the cafe from me, but because it's a small place, we were no more than 20 feet away from each other. I was reading one of those trashy romance novels that I like to pass the time with. This one was mildly pornographic and had me quite turned on. He kept getting a glimpse of the upper reaches of my breasts which had turned me on even more. My nipples were poking out from the silky material and were quite noticeable in the bright lighting of the cafe.

    I was reading my book but also stealing glances at him across from me - trying to be subtle as he paid attention to me. I was flattered, secure in my marriage, but willing to have some sexy fun. I re-crossed my legs, letting them spread open just so slightly as they crossed, catching his eyes as they darted to my groin. I smiled to myself. Gotcha!

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