I wished that the sweater had a living woman wearing it. I loved sweaters, but sometimes it was just a bit lonely with only a piece of fuzzy cloth for...company. I sighed again as I felt two soft hands caress my cheeks and lips touched my brow as fleeting as a butterfly's touch.My eyes flew open. I found myself looking into two pools of inky darkness surrounded by long thick dark grey lashes. The dark pools grew smaller and I gazed on a narrow face covered with fine silver grey fur. The large. Once the kiss was over Benita held Stacey by a firm grip on a clump of her blonde hair. Wordlessly Benita directed Stacey to kneel on her hands and knees on the middle of the bed. Benita then reached into the nightstand and retrieved the handcuffs. ‘You know, some people might consider it rude to snoop through other peoples things,’ Stacey said with a smirk lessening her mildly offended expression. ‘I like to be prepared,’ Benita said as she picked up the handcuffs and fastened one of. Forget wedding dreams; Samantha takes lust over love any night - and she's proud of it. Last season, she experimented with lesbian love, but when her "girlfriend" demanded more intimacy, Samantha knew it wasn't going to work out. Carrie Bradsaw is the writer. No one captures the lives of the lovelorn and the love-seeking in New York City better than columnist Carrie Bradshaw does. As fodder for her column, single and fabulous Carrie looks to the experiences of her best friends and her own.. “Hurry up and be done, Jennifer!”I finished shaving all over my body. I took a towel and went into the bedroom. She had changed the sheet on the bed with like one of those plastic sheets.“Lay down on the bed, Jennifer...we need to shine you up for my son!”I threw the towel on the floor and got smacked on my ass. Wow, it felt good!“Pick up the towel and hang it beside your pantyhose in the bathroom!”I picked up the towel. “Sorry, Mistress!”I came back and saw the camera on a tripod. I lay on the.