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| Update 337: Rainy
Rendezvous It was raining at the marina when I went to meet someone special I'd met the weekend before. I showed up at the designated spot dressed to tease—a tight pink dress hugging every curve, no bra, just easy access to the girls. Beneath it, my white 8-strap garter gripped my thighs, holding up tan French heel seamed stockings. And on my feet, those tall, wood-and-white 6-inch platform heels that click just right when I walk. I had hoped to see your boat waiting… I had so many plans for us. But the rain didn’t let up, and you never showed. I didn’t wait long—I had other ideas. I slipped away to a quieter place, one I knew would be empty. And as luck would have it, it was. So I didn’t let the night go to waste. Everything I imagined doing with you? The video man captured it all. Every sultry move, every wicked moment. Maybe one day you’ll see what you missed. No one made the naughty list this time, but I’m still wondering—what do you have planned for me the next time we meet? You know where to find me: mynaughtynails@yahoo.com |
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