I would like to write to you and tell you about this obsession of mine just to put it out there. I know there are a lot of women like me who get the s...me urges and wants. They might think they are abnormal, or sluts or whores, but I don't think so. The urges they have, I am sure, are normal and even healthy.If I write my story to you would you write it into one of your erotic pieces?Love, PamelaDear Pamela,Thank you for your "fan" letter. I'm flattered by the effect my stories have had on you.. Then he did something I did not expect – he drew the bottom part of the couch apart where my ankles were so that my legs formed a 'Y' shape.I lay there on my stomach with my girly dick hanging down, feeling the straps holding me to the couch. I still wore the pink stilettos and could feel their contours on my feet. I wondered what I looked like as my bottom half hung down lower than my top. Then I realised I may find out as Daddy took a tripod and video camera from a cupboard.I had never felt. My knees struggled to hold it together, to keep me upright. My pulse was hitting 150 bpm and my toes had curled up so hard they hurt. Damn, girl, what the hell did you get yourself into? I took a few deep breaths and tried to restore my composure. I could feel him behind me. Then he tied a silky cloth over my eyes. He moved in front of me and all I could think of was, "Damn, he smells good!" A finger gently circled my lips and pushed them apart. Then it was his lips. So soft and sweet. Just a. Mick looked up and said, 'Did you have a nice chat guys?''Joe replied and said, 'Oh yeah man we got things sorted, yeah Doll?'I was too busy drinking my white wine to reply, but Mick was looking at my stockings and blouse, he could see where Joe had been. Then he looked at Joe's pants and Joe was still hard, the pants bulged, his cock down the leg pushing out the material!I winked at Mick when he stopped staring at our loved up bits. Mick looked pale now. I knew Mick Negro spunk in me, so I.