I put on some make-up and pulled out a white tube top from my drawer and I put it on. I grabbed my denim micro-mini and made sure not to wear any pant...es. I put on my ankle socks and my pumps and admired myself in my stand-up mirror. I'm a tall girl, around 5'8" and I have long blond hair with emerald green eyes. I've been told that I have a very curvy body. I've been blessed with large breasts and I always shave my pussy bare. I know my boyfriends have always been happy with my body. I'm very. It felt great and I explained I never had a guy touch me before. He told me to stand in front of him and he used one hand to stroke and the other to caress my balls. I was constantly looking at his cock because of its length. I started to get close to cumming and he stopped and asked if I would touch him. He did not stand but I got on my knees and stroked his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with another. I could tell he was really enjoying it. Then he told me to lick his shaft. . I use my birth name unless I am actually entertaining at a teahouse. I do not wear white paint and million dollar kimonos — except on very rare, very formal occasions or to entertain very special guests. The modern world doesn't relate well to those images. Besides, a well-tailored suit looks so much better on me. I did mention I was a man, didn't I?But I love nightclubs and the reason I mention it and the dancing is because that's where it started. Where I met him. The Him. The only Him for. I shook my head as to focus back at the beauty in front of me."I can't believe my friends thought that he and I were a good match." Bad date?" I asked genuinely interested."Awful, all he did was talk about himself and how much he can bench press, the type of car he drives, and his hair." now getting upset Miranda continued "I mean what do I give a fuck what type of hair gel he uses."Surprised at the language the young starlet used I stood there."Look at me telling you all this and I don't even.