I was accustomed to socks so that when I wore stockings, the feeling of the carpet was almost like being barefoot. This was a pleasant surprise. I was...already starting to like it. It made me feel so sexy and feminine. Then I put on an anklet and some lipstick, then perfume. This was getting to feel really odd. When I saw how I looked, I couldn’t believe how feminine and sexy I appeared, if I do say so myself. I was worried though. Would he reject me? Would he laugh at me? Would he think I. Of course, not all of them find my ass beautiful, I know a lot find it ugly and fat too, but it catches attention anyway. Although I appreciate being peeped, I hate being approached by naughty people. I like compliments, but I hate when men try touching me or ask by my digits, or try hitting or doing dirty things, so showing my curves is cool but may be dangerous too so I have to be careful. If the person approaches for a compliment and have a decent talk, then its ok. My first story here will. Maine lund se uski gand par halka dvab diya to thoda sa lund uski gand me chla gya. Lund andar jate hi sudha ke muh se cheekh nikal gyi. Maine uske upar letakar uske kandho ko pakad liya taki wo aage na sarak ske.S: aah raaj bhut dard ho rha h please bahar nikal lo.Maine socha agar ab maine lund bahar nikal liya to ye kabhi gand nai marwayegi.Mai uske upar shant leta rha. Kuchh der baad jab mujhe lga ki uska darad kam ho gya h to maine dhire dhire lund ko hilakar uski gand me adjust karne lga. " I whispered softly, trying very hard not to faint.When the room righted itself again I took a much slower approach. I walked to the door and gripped the handle. There was no budging it. I pushed, pulled, knocked, pounded and screamed at it. I even went so far as to kick it in my slippered foot. The only results were raw hands and throat and a throbbing toe."Locked in." I said to the empty room. My voice sounding very small and meek compared to the empty room, but oddly comforting just the.