Bruise Stories

I’m flouncing around your living room in my gray oversized t-shirt and pink lace panties. I bend over to look at your records on the bottom shelf and feel my shirt slide up exposing my ass before I stand back up, smoothing my shirt back down. I smile at you as I walk to the couch to hand you my selection.  As we lock eyes you tell me, “I want you to take your shirt off, Beth.” My smile gradually spreads as I slowly lift m...