Dutch Treat: Chapter 16 of 16

[Even with the assistance of a sexy accomplice, the act of shimmying out of a body-stocking is far more sexy in theory than in still-frame images. Please imagine them discarded in a pile at the foot of the bed, beside Dutch’s jeans, as we skip forward a bit in the chronology…] Audrey and I had… Continue reading Dutch Treat: Chapter 16 of 16

Three Ways

Audrey and I led Dutch to the sofa, nudged his knees apart, and settled onto his lap. “So, what do you think of your birthday present?” Audrey whispered. “The last thing I want to do right now is think,” he replied. His eyes were as busy as his hands, and we all silently evaluated our… Continue reading Three Ways

The Arrival

Wherein I am reminded that it’s difficult to sing while you’re giggling… Audrey and I hid around the corner from the suite’s entrance-way and waited. Soon, we heard the beep of the card-key and the creak of the door. Dutch slipped off his shoes and paused a few beats before asking, “Hello?” We joined hands and… Continue reading The Arrival

Without a Doubt

Audrey doesn’t own any body-stockings, and was understandably skeptical when I pulled these two out of my suitcase. I knew how amazing the sheer one would look on her, however, particularly her upper body, and so I was persistent with my encouragement. I helped her into it, making sure the seams were lined up the right… Continue reading Without a Doubt