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I want to see you.
…myopic?
Smarty-pants.
That’s MS. Smarty Pants…Sir.
Very good. Call me what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll do the same. But, as I was saying…
Yes?
I want to SEE you.
…aah. Like, up close and personal, maybe?
Very perceptive.
Piccies not good enough?
No. That’s like trying to fill your stomach by looking at pictures of food.
I see.
And I want to.
You want me to disrobe…here? Now?
I’d like to at least imagine you would.
Not very discreet.
True.
Someone could see us.
My clothes are on.
Someone could see ME.
It would be quite the test. And very giving of you.
You just want to see my boobies.
Not just, but yes. I want to see your boobies. Remember, though: I’ve already seen them.
In that oh-not-so nourishing way.
Precisely. I’ll admit it: you’ve whetted my appetite.
I’m flattered. So – what? Would a quick flash satisfy you?
Too Chinese.
Huh?
That’d just make me hungry for more.
Not the fast-food version – got it.
A full-meal deal.
Glancing out the window to make sure no one was around, she looked him, almost defiantly, in the eye. Starting with the top button, she slowly undid her blouse.
Nice.
Thank you.
I envy your kids.
Huh?
Wasn’t breast-fed as a child.
…aah…
Maybe you’d like me to straddle you and try smothering you with ‘em?
I’d like that a lot.
She moved to straddle him as he sat below her in the chair.
Not now, tho’.
What?
Just because something is appealing doesn’t mean it should be expected. At the risk of sounding too subby for words. Actually, consider that a lesson for ya.
I don’t understand.
Remove your blouse and I’ll attempt an explanation.
You just want to get into my pants.
Rather a circuitous route, wouldn’t ya say? Of course I want to get into your pants, but that’s not ALL I want to do. Nor is the reason why I’m interested in going there immediately obvious.
Just like a man, she said, removing her blouse and setting it aside. Shall we skip further pleasantries and cut to the chase?
Now it’s my turn to not understand.
You want me to remove the rest of my things now, too?
If you’d like.
If I’D like…
Unzipping her pants, she pulled them down, revealing thong undies.
Nice. You still have a thing to learn about the proper attitude, though.
Oh? She said, pausing with her hands on her hips.
Don’t get me wrong, - this banter is pleasant enough, but in a truly BD relationship, the only question asked would be ‘how high?’ And the only response would be ‘Thankyou’.
She just stood, thinking.
I’m sorry, Master – your rules are so different from what I’m used to.
You’re forgiven, my precious one. Now, remove your panties and smother me with your boobies.
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I want to see you.
…myopic?
Smarty-pants.
That’s MS. Smarty Pants…Sir.
Very good. Call me what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll do the same. But, as I was saying…
Yes?
I want to SEE you.
…aah. Like, up close and personal, maybe?
Very perceptive.
Piccies not good enough?
No. That’s like trying to fill your stomach by looking at pictures of food.
I see.
And I want to.
You want me to disrobe…here? Now?
I’d like to at least imagine you would.
Not very discreet.
True.
Someone could see us.
My clothes are on.
Someone could see ME.
It would be quite the test. And very giving of you.
You just want to see my boobies.
Not just, but yes. I want to see your boobies. Remember, though: I’ve already seen them.
In that oh-not-so nourishing way.
Precisely. I’ll admit it: you’ve whetted my appetite.
I’m flattered. So – what? Would a quick flash satisfy you?
Too Chinese.
Huh?
That’d just make me hungry for more.
Not the fast-food version – got it.
A full-meal deal.
Glancing out the window to make sure no one was around, she looked him, almost defiantly, in the eye. Starting with the top button, she slowly undid her blouse.
Nice.
Thank you.
I envy your kids.
Huh?
Wasn’t breast-fed as a child.
…aah…
Maybe you’d like me to straddle you and try smothering you with ‘em?
I’d like that a lot.
She moved to straddle him as he sat below her in the chair.
Not now, tho’.
What?
Just because something is appealing doesn’t mean it should be expected. At the risk of sounding too subby for words. Actually, consider that a lesson for ya.
I don’t understand.
Remove your blouse and I’ll attempt an explanation.
You just want to get into my pants.
Rather a circuitous route, wouldn’t ya say? Of course I want to get into your pants, but that’s not ALL I want to do. Nor is the reason why I’m interested in going there immediately obvious.
Just like a man, she said, removing her blouse and setting it aside. Shall we skip further pleasantries and cut to the chase?
Now it’s my turn to not understand.
You want me to remove the rest of my things now, too?
If you’d like.
If I’D like…
Unzipping her pants, she pulled them down, revealing thong undies.
Nice. You still have a thing to learn about the proper attitude, though.
Oh? She said, pausing with her hands on her hips.
Don’t get me wrong, - this banter is pleasant enough, but in a truly BD relationship, the only question asked would be ‘how high?’ And the only response would be ‘Thankyou’.
She just stood, thinking.
I’m sorry, Master – your rules are so different from what I’m used to.
You’re forgiven, my precious one. Now, remove your panties and smother me with your boobies.
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