“I barely had to touch myself, just thinking of you…”

And so I invoke the Lady – Whereto now, lady risk, wrist taking, listless in swift tender bites? – and offer up my stake in sweetest arrays found in carefully crafted plans.

Imagine this.

A room, a lady, and a place to hold words.

There are days when I read the writings of others and I think the cup doth runneth over. How can this vessel, these bits, these electrical volts and fiber-guided lights, bring to my fingers the promise of temptation and the implements of hell?

This conversation takes place about a week after this conversation. I had spent some time with her a few years earlier, and in the interim she had married. We had plans for lunch in a week or two. Just lunch between old friends.

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Karin pages: how are you…feeling

D’jaevle pages: ‘I could tell you…that I can feel myself getting hard. ‘

Karin pages: and I could tell you that I was starting to get wet the moment I said something

D’jaevle pages: ‘I could say that thinking of you there…getting wet…God, I want to reach down and feel it. How are you dressed?’.

Karin pages: in jeans, and a sweater tank top…I can just imagine your touch

D’jaevle pages: ‘You could slip off your jeans. You are at home…it wouldn’t be uncomfortable…’.

From afar, Karin slowly unzips her jeans and slides them down over her ass, letting them drop to the floor.

From afar, D’jaevle takes a deep breath…I can feel my cock twitch, pressing against my thigh when I read that. Tell me how it feels to be sitting naked and wet, talking to me while your husband sleeps. It makes you even wetter, being bad with me, doesn’t it?’.

From afar, Karin reaches back up, hooking her fingers under the bands of her panties, slowly sliding them down over her ass as well. “I can feel the shiver emanating from my clit. I can imagine your cock, hard against me…My skin is flush, and I can feel my nipples hard against my shirt. I am running my hand over my clit, imagining your tongue there instead…hungry and wanting…hot and wet – practically feeling your hands holding me.

D’jaevle pages: ‘Is that what you want? To feel my tongue along your pussy, hot and rough as it drags over your clit? To slide one leg over my shoulder as you feel my face pressed tight against your wet heat, licking deep and hard? I want you to feel my teeth grazing your clit, nibbling as you clench your thighs around my face, fucking up against me. Do you want to cum for me, Katie?’

Karin pages: god, yes…and I want you to come for me…to know how much it excites you – god, I’m getting so close…mmm…I’m dripping, and so close to coming…

D’jaevle pages: ‘God….yes…I want to hear you cum, I want you to hear me cum with you, to know my hand is moving faster. Tell me you’ve thought of that day we meet. Tell me what you want when we meet. Finding your bare skin, your naked thighs…fingertips brushing against your pussy. And you’re going to spread your legs for me, aren’t you?’.

Karin pages: I’ve fantasized about it while masturbating…playing with my clit and imagining you there instead. I want to sit at the table, feeling your hand sliding up my thigh, your fingers brushing against me. oh yes, giving you access to anything you want to take…feeling your finger, inching their way closer, imagining them inside me.

D’jaevle pages: ‘You really want this, don’t you? Want it bad…like me. You’re going to be wet before we even sit. I might put my hand on your thigh, to feel your warm skin under my fingers. I might slide my fingers up under your skirt to see if you kept your word on your outfit….’.

Karin pages: just enough to check

From afar, D’jaevle looks into your eyes….think of my fingertips right there, pressing against you. Feel it. Cum. Cum on them for me. Hard….God.

Karin pages: oh god, god. I barely had to touch myself, just thinking of you…