Graham looked at her body, it was more than just a glance. He studied her like a piece of art—her fingers tugging at her nipples and between her legs.
Her touch of her body was not sexual, it was just comfortable and nerves.
Sabrina knew that Pretty Woman was—she had lived it. When she met Graham, she was a high class escort—that was how she had met Carole. And the two of them often worked together.
She worked with Graham alone though, and she was nervous. On his file, he had ticked that he liked role play and would like a naughty maid among other things in his hotel room. Sabrina dressed the part, she found something both sexy and even looked sexy to herself. She played around with a feather duster, and took pictures of herself in the bathroom. Even texting one to Graham, while he was on his way. When he got there, he looked at her much like he was looking at her now. With reverence, and looked unsure what to do.
Then: she stood like she was a statue, like she was porcelain and he touched her like she was. Until his touch was incendiary. They both were ignited from his most simple caress of her collar. She dropped her feather duster, as he played with her lacy collar and kissed her. He raised her arms up over her head, and pulled on her collar and it was almost like he was delicately choking her…
Almost.
Her hands up over her head, she could not touch him but she used the rest of her body to let him know she was playing along. Her tilted pelvis caressed his, and he wrapped his arms about her hips. She kept her arms above her head, as he kissed her again.
“Hold your feather duster,” he breathed, as he picked it up and handed it to her.
She saw herself in the mirror, across from them, holding the feather duster. Her face not covered by her phone like in her selfies, but glowing as he knelt before her. Sabrina held the feather duster for dear life, as she rode his face. Her scent wafted up to her, and she could feel she was creaming as he lapped her.
Like she was cream.
Now: she moved her hands from her body, and pulled on her robe.
“Why now? Why today? Where have you been Graham?” she interrogated him.
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Is she finally regaining some power and control with him?
And VERY interesting back story there!
not sure yet? i loved the pic so much from Little Switch Bitch…it inspired me! and of course, i write them all for you! xx
I’ll be sending selfies like this to my OH if that’s the results I’ll get 😉 – very hot story! <3 x
it is the best picture, and thank you! i was very inspired!!!☺️