Plaything
“I poured a second glass and quadruple-checked the call history on my phone: 1:35 pm…UNKNOWN No missed calls. No new texts.
I understood his decision to remain anonymous during that first, daring call. But now found myself at his complete mercy. A deliciously agonizing thought.
I placed the phone back on the corner of the bathroom sink and picked up my wine glass.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I held a small hand mirror between my legs to inspect the plump outer lips of my freshly shav...ed girl parts. I couldn't remember what I hadn't liked about seeing them this way just six or seven years earlier.
Perhaps it had just been too soon. Too new. Like a runway fashion that had yet to find life on the streets. Regardless, something beautifully pink and new reflected up at me now. Something extra naked.
I reached down and coaxed the hood of my clitoris back to reveal the sensitive cargo beneath. There was certainly no excuse for a man--any man--not finding it now that the surrounding jungle had been cleared.MoreLess
I understood his decision to remain anonymous during that first, daring call. But now found myself at his complete mercy. A deliciously agonizing thought.
I placed the phone back on the corner of the bathroom sink and picked up my wine glass.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I held a small hand mirror between my legs to inspect the plump outer lips of my freshly shav...ed girl parts. I couldn't remember what I hadn't liked about seeing them this way just six or seven years earlier.
Perhaps it had just been too soon. Too new. Like a runway fashion that had yet to find life on the streets. Regardless, something beautifully pink and new reflected up at me now. Something extra naked.
I reached down and coaxed the hood of my clitoris back to reveal the sensitive cargo beneath. There was certainly no excuse for a man--any man--not finding it now that the surrounding jungle had been cleared.MoreLess
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