You shift onto your back, dozy confusion on your face as sleep still claims you, and the smell of coffee tries to draw you back to consciousness. I sh...ver. My nipples are rock hard, and I really am cold.I make my move.Crawling under the duvet at the foot of the bed, I wriggle upwards, slowly running each chilled hand from the tips of your toes, up your large feet, squeezing your ankles, and massaging your calves as I go. Now my hard nipples, hot metal filials of arousal, are grazing your skin,. As I get older now I've spent the better part of my life not repressing myself, using the gifts I've been given to satisfy my sexual partners with no guilt or shame and I am proud of finally being able to write about memories and as I create them now too. My last story I wrote late yesterday and it was about the most perfect ass any woman can possess, surely there are and have been equals, but none better. When I am out and about I am always looking for what could turn into future possibilities. Finally he stopped and sat down in one chairs. "Damn, Maxy-girl, your one hot fuck." The bound woman smiled around her gag, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. It was by far the most delicious orgasm she had ever experienced. She had been bound several times and role-played through many scenarios, but nothing ever came close to this. "Well, Maxy-girl, it's been fun," the stranger said. He had already pulled up his pants and was pulling his shirt on. "No need to worry,. Um I’m um looking to see if your my mum has any sexy underwear and clothes like my mum does and see if the look good on me” and I said “We were playing hide and seek and what you mean by my mum’s clothes may look good on you” and he said “well you see um I um well it started when I was about 3 years old and I alway thought my mum’s clothes look better then mine and the must feel nice too because she always worn tights and dresses and I always want to feel her tights every time I was with her.