1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the door. Once I got there, I just stared at it for a while. It took another effort to remember that the brass thing was for knocking, and the button for ringing. I had to choose one. That required deep thought. Don't laugh! It could happen to you. &#034Hi, darling!&#034 she said, and kissed me. Oh, heaven. Fluttering little angels, playing harps, everything bright and rosy. Rosy... pink. No, let's not think pink. I wonder if I knocked or rang? Not important, of course. The kiss was important. The kiss ended. I made an incoherent noise of protest. &#034Your clothes are in the bedroom,&#034 she said. &#034You can change and start dinner. I'm starved! Didn't you bring your makeup? Hmm. I guess we need to get you a purse. You can use mine, this once; it's in the bathroom. Call me if you need help.&#034 Hmm. Not only had she learned to chuckle, she'd become a witch. She'd teleported me into the bedroom, and then blinked out. Have you gotten the idea that I was a little over the edge? I was further rocked by the clothes. Yes, the famous pink dress, with all its accessories. &#034Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, and doesn't know where to find them. Leave them alone, and they'll come home, dragging their tails behind them!&#034 I was quite pleased without myself for being sane enough to recite poetry. The Cynic applauded, sarcastically. Some time had passed, and I was sitting in the desk chair, staring at the stuff on the bed. Progress had been made. My shoes had gotten ...
    themselves taken off. My shirt had been unbuttoned; likewise my jeans. Which meant that my Calvin Kleins were showing. I barely noticed. &#034You know, you'd be popping a zipper if you had this thing at *your* house,&#034 the Cynic said aloud. &#034Only crazy people talk to themselves,&#034 I replied viciously. &#034I may be crazy,&#034 the Romantic responded, &#034but am I crazy enough to dress up like a refugee from a fairy tale in front of the most important woman in the world?&#034 The Comedian laughed. &#034Yeah, right, get real. Fairy tale for adults, maybe. The Scarecrow dressed up like Dorothy.&#034 A part of me that hadn't woken up for a while chimed in, &#034Story idea, there.&#034 &#034Oh, good,&#034 the Codger remarked to thin air. &#034While we were talking, someone seems to have undressed me. How kind of them. Do you think you'd like to maybe calm down, buckle down, and get it over with?&#034 I looked around, and the Comedian commented. &#034Funny, I don't *see* any large, friendly red buttons, with 'Don't Panic!' inscribed on them. Well, never mind. We already did that. Try something else.&#034 The Cynic: &#034Ha! What?&#034 The Romantic: &#034Well, what about getting dressed?&#034 The Coward: &#034In that?&#034 The Tough Guy: &#034Yes, as a matter of fact.&#034 &#034Right. Problem: getting dressed. Solution: One: stand up.&#034 Intellectual at work, breaking down the problem to understandable steps. I did. &#034Good! Two: Walk to bed. Very nice! We may be able to make ...
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