Prisca was upbeat when she saw Stella again after many months in two different countries. After some cocktails they both went up to their rooms which,...as they found out, were adjacent. Prisca changed into just a large t-shirt for the night. She loved to sleep light-dressed and have unrestricted access to her vulva. She loved touching herself, feel herself moisten, slowly (or sometimes quickly) approach her climax. She masturbated every night to find sleep, often more than once, and she loved. She quickly gets out of the car and opens my door, taking up the leash and pulling me out. I feel the heat of my blush in my cheeks, keeping my eyes down so I don't see who is looking at me. I hear the murmur of others, and a few giggles, making me blush all the harder. She leads me through the crowd, chatting and laughing with the other people along the way. No one mentions me or my outfit, but I can feel their eyes looking at me, feel the amusement at my humiliation. I hear the tinkling of. I have this romantic connection with rain and it always makes me long to be snuggled up with that special someone, much like how I feel about lying in the backyard in a hammock. Rain is both hypnotic and astonishing to me. It is mysterious and beautiful and I guess that is what makes it so sensual to me. Each time that it rains I feel like I am seeing it for the first time, amazed like a child. Thoughts of you consume me. I wanted to share with you a glimpse of my world, because you have. Think about Natasha. Think about tomorrow, when we would be back in Canada. I couldn’t presume to stay with her. Not yet. She was getting to me, I knew. I’d only had this happen to me once before, and that turned out to be a mistake. Was this a mistake waiting to happen? Too soon to tell. Take it as it comes, I admonished myself. Yeah. Easier said than done. I was all set to propel this relationship … if that’s what it was. I walked back to the motel, my mind wandering as I hit the asphalt. As.