lingerie | couples | micro monday
Visions of a Sugarplum Fairy
She spices up her sexy encounters with lingerie
When she was nineteen, she didn’t earn much, but she loved treating herself to sexy lingerie. Always with stockings, because that’s what she and her boyfriend preferred, so she’d save up to buy flimsy undies, matching bras, garter belts and knickers.
Silky stockings were exciting. Her boyfriend could run his hand up her leg and under her skirt, to touch that exotic area of bare flesh above the stocking top, before the knicker lace began. With his manual job, his skin was rough and rasping. Somehow it thrilled her to have his hands, like bear paws, tugging her gusset aside, before those solid fingers dug into her folds.
She would submit to this rough foreplay, a delicate, fragile creature in the hands of a lusting, hungry savage. With closed eyes she’d lie back, with her skirt rucked up around her waist, as his thumb pressed against her clit and two fingers plunged in and out of her slippery hole.
In her lingerie, she was a vision. Her pale flesh adorned with pretty satin and lace suspenders, to pin the stockings, making a fabric frame around the dark hollows of her pussy.
