Her own fingers dropped to his face, running over a day's worth of beard. He wanted ... he wanted to toss aside the covers. Draw her nude form down ag...inst his. Feel her burning skin, revel in her touch. Jeff felt himself harden at the very thought of it. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her flesh engulf him.No condom, either. She'd probably melt it against his dick.Jeff heard the bedroom door open a crack, hinges squeaking. More squeaking followed. Turning his head away from the magical. It's my first erotica/romance story, not just publicly, but just in general. It's also the first time I write fictional prose in English as it is my second language, but I think I write English well enough for these questionable purposes. If there are any spelling and/or grammatical mistakes that you think are severe, or if there is a sentence that is worded in a weird or confusing way, don't hesitate to shoot me a message, or comment on it in the appropriate chapter. In fact any feedback,. She'd wanted to wear high heels with itand pretend she was some sort of sexy secret agent.Clare Nicole would sometimes go out in public dressed as a girl but shewas very concious of people staring at her although she believed what shewas doing was perfectly appropriate.The first pub she started going out to dressed up barred her for 2 weeks.She threatened them with her solicitor but then they just made up somebullshit that they barred her for talking to staff inappropriately. She'dsaid to the. "It sounded like she was close to tears, and I said, "I'll help you cousin, and I'll never breathe a word about it to anyone. I promise. I know how uncomfortable you must be. You can put a small washcloth over your pussy so I don't accidentally see it while cleaning your butthole."I was intentionally using street terms now to see her reaction. She smiled and said how sweet I was to her and that I'm her hero. I handed her a washcloth, and she held it with one hand over her pussy. I got in the.