Feels So Real

I'm so sorry about the gap in posting there and thanks for those who expressed concern! A combination of technical problems and some real life stuff kept me away for a time but I'm back now and barring any unforeseen problems should be back to regularly scheduled programming from this point on!

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Sophie

Oh god I can almost feel it and I can almost imagine it and then Rachel drags me off and the fantasy slips away but my body is primed and ready. Still yearning and still aching for it as she babbles about some tool that is too complicated for my heady and horny brain to fully grasp so my eyes search away and fall upon a section in the back dedicated entirely to clothing.

It's nearly equally split between costumes and clothing. On the one side there are mannequins set up to display different outfits of dubious quality all designed to look like notable figures entirely not out of trademark yet.

Comic characters and movie roles and all of them pale imitations of the reality. The fabric cheap and the seams nearly already frayed but maybe that's the point.

These costumes aren't made for comic conventions or winning awards. They are the kind of things that girls like me wear on Halloween night, short and revealing and begging to be removed and if you have to tear them from my body then all the better.

Not that you'd need to. Not that there is anything to hide when I'm wearing them because not only will I be wearing one size too small so that I'll be spilling out of it, I'll also be wanting you to look. Wanting you to notice me, to see me. Wanting you to want me so that you'll buy me enough overpriced and watered down drinks that we'll fulfil the social conventions that let me stumble home with you and get to the real purpose of the night.

Or maybe not home.

Maybe just the bathroom at the club where we'll get in a stall and occupy it for far too long. Where you will **** my knees down to the dirty floor of the bathroom so I can swallow your cock while you call me a good girl and then pick me up and make me ride you, my breasts practically spilling out of the too small top before you spill yourself all inside of me and send me wheeling out into the club with a belly full of seed and a craving need for more.

Or maybe it'll be in the alleyway. Me bent over in front of you while you rut into me so hard that I am **** up the brick wall, the rough surface tearing little holes in my outfit that'll make it so that when I make the walk of shame in the early hours of the morning far more of me will be on display than I even intended for.

Or maybe just as much as I intended anyways.

And that was appealing, of that no doubt. But that felt like skipping ahead to the good parts and it was months until Halloween so instead my eyes move over to the other side of the section. The side where the clothing is marginally better in quality but entirely different in purpose.

Bras. Panties. Corsets. Whole sets. All designed to entice and to seduce as I step into the bedroom wearing one on a special night and watch his eyes go wide, the man who I decided deserved the special gift of a little something extra.

The white one. The white one draws my eyes. Lacey and light and see through in every place but the ones that preserve my dignity but that's the point.

I look innocent as an angel and twice as sweet when I'm wearing that. I look beautiful and bright, a beacon of purity but for the fact that every inch of the outfit is designed to make him imagine what is underneath as I cross the room and beg him with one simple little promise.

"It's time for you to unwrap your gift."

His hands almost trembling as he reaches out to me. The corset going first, latched in the front and he unbuckles each snap on the front and it falls away, leaving me in a bra and panties and g-string and stockings.

The g-string next, unlatching it from my stockings and then sliding it and them down my long legs. He peels it off my skin, nearly as pale beneath it but not quite because I'm flush with my need and rosy from my arousal.

Kissing his way back up while his hands move first. Reaching around to cup my ass, both cheeks exposed in the thong that I'm wearing and he squeezes hard enough to let me know how much he wants me.

As if I need more proof than this.

Sliding up past my hips and tickling up my spine before he unlatches my bra and slides it away and his lips close over my nipples as they pucker for his attention.

Gratefully he feasts on my body, moving from one breast to the other. Tongue and teeth and lips closing over me. Sucking and tasting and pulling and needing.

And his hands linger for a little while. Squeezing my breasts, turning them to his attentions. They touch and the please but before long his hard and pressing needs take his full attention and we both know what he has to do.

As his fingers dance down my sides to my hips. As his thumbs hook into my panties and pull. As he drags them away while I urgently pull his hard cock out of his pants and guide him, inch by inch, closer to me.

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