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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The room is dark, candle light flickers, I can smell perfume and the red roses that I brought with me, the strong floral smell is intoxicating. My heart is hammering away in my chest and I imagine it like a cartoon. I feel giddy with excitement, nerves, fear and arousal. I'm waiting for her, she is, I imagine, just applying the finishing touches to her make up, and tying her hair up, the way I asked. Beside the bed is a desk, the vase of flowers on top. There is a packet of cigarettes, a box of matches and an ashtray. There is also the bottle of champagne on ice and a single champagne flute. My heart flutters as the door opens and she walks in. She. Is. Breathtaking. I can't take it all in, the sexy high heeled shoes, outrageously sexy, her red painted toes peeking through, her long long gracious legs, the tight black dress, the hour glass figure. The slight flare of her hips going in then out at the wonderful curve of her breasts. The cleavage, the soft skin of her neck and her bare arms, those beautiful eyes, that mouth, God that mouth. She pulls out the chair beside the desk and sits down, crossing those long long legs, her eyes never leaving mine, I gulp, my mouth is dry. 'Come and pour me something to drink, don't be shy' she purrs in a voice that is dripping with femininity. I stand up and walk over till I'm standing beside her, I pick up the bottle. I feel shaky and clumsy, I remove the wire end before taking the cork firmly in one hand and gently twisting the bottle with the other. She is watching me, for a moment I don't think it will give then there is a gentle 'pop' as the cork gives way to the pressure within. The golden crystal liquid flows into the glass. 'Now, take off your clothes'. I feel my face flush red. I start to pull at my shoes... 'Ah! STOP!' She exclaims holding up a manicured finger. 'Slowly darling' she smiles wickedly and arches an eyebrow deliciously. I slip off my shoes and socks, she is watching me as she places her red lips delicately at the rim of her glass and takes a sip. I unbutton my shirt with trembling hands, and place it down. Then my belt, I undo it and unbuckle my trousers. I take them down and place them with my shirt. I feel totally exposed and vulnerable just a few feet in front of her. Her eyes are on mine and I know what's coming next. She picks up the cigarettes and opens the packet, discarding the flimsy cellophane wrapping. She placed one between her lips she took a match between manicured fingers and struck it, lit her cigarette then extinguished the match with a flourish and dropped it tinkling into the ashtray.
My heart continued to pound, standing in my underwear in front of this Goddess. 'I really don't have all day, take off those' she spoke pointing with the two fingers that held the cigarette. Reluctantly I pulled down my boxers exposing my penis to her gaze, my face burned with shame. Her eyes flicked between mine and my crotch and back again, a wicked smile began to play at the edge of her sexy lips. Her face is a parody of sympathy, she sticks out her bottom lip 'awwww didums, it's ok... ' she giggles slightly. 'Gosh, it's very small isn't it!' She raises her little finger and wiggles it teasingly. I feel tears tingling my eyes, I feel ten again, humiliated. She places the cigarette in the ashtray and stands, she bends forward to get a closer look, bending at the waist and placing her hands on her thighs and sliding then down to just above her knees. I can feel her breath on my manhood, though right now it feels more like my 'boyhood' and totally inadequate.
'There is no easy way to say this darling...' She was desperately trying to keep a straight face. 'Your willy is very small, I don't want to hurt your feelings David, but my five year old nephew has a bigger dick' she smirked harshly, I tried to swallow the painful feelings but it was no good, the tears began trickling down my face. |
