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Safe
Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
anticipation and fear of the unknown invaded my mind. As I battled these thoughts I felt his fingertips following the contours of my body, lightly dancing down the nape of my neck and along my exposed shoulder blades until they expertly found the material of my black dress. A smile spread across my lips. A reaction to his exquisite touches, light yet sensual enough that I almost shuddered with delight. I knew his eyes would be savouring the sight of me in his present, my little black number that I had found left perfectly wrapped upon the corner of the bed only hours earlier. I never expected it but always adored it when he bought for me. A penchant for luxury, his choices always left me feeling like a million dollars. Tonight's choice raised the bar even higher. As he sat waiting, already dressed in his delicious suit, sipping a glass of bourbon on the rocks I had excitedly slipped next door to dress for him. The black dress looked divine. A plunging neckline that drew the eye to my cleavage, the dress snug enough to accentuate every hourglass contour from my bosom to the shapely dip of my waist followed by the rise over my hips. The hem of the scintillating number sat halfway up my thigh. Suggestively short enough, just covering the intricate lace design of my dark stocking tops. A slight twist allowed my eyes to savour the outfit's centre stage. Resting barely on my shoulders, the dress exposed my shoulder blades and the curve of my back, the material only came together ...