I knock at your door. The bitter winter wind swirls around me, flowing up between my stocking clad legs. I shiver. Locks of carefully curled hair are tossed in the breeze. The thin red coat I have on to hide my evening attire is doing nothing to keep me warm. My nipples push against silk; the corset restraining them only creates further friction, making me shift my weight trying to ease the tingle between my thighs. You f...

Dedicated to my inspiration, you know who you are. And thanks to my editor Indigo for smoothing the kinks.Butterflies fill my stomach. I can’t believe I’m about to go through with this. The months of teasing, the hours playing online, they have gone. This is reality. I’m suddenly overcome with nerves. My mind fills with worry. ‘Oh God, what if I’m not experienced enough?’ I shake the thoughts away, reminding myself that I...