Svetlana learned all the vintage pin up tricks
Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2017 5:29 pm
Hello,
Yesterday, my sweet little Svetlana made some house cleaning and she found my collection of erotic books and comics. As you can imagine, we had a «conversation» about it.
- «Darling, I found all this erotic stuff in your personal « study » room!»
Now while saying that, she was sitting lasciviously in my favorite reading chair.
- «Oh yes, you are speaking of my erotic book and comics collection! But listen, I am open about that. It’s not as if I was hiding them.» I argued.
- «You are right little naughty boy, and I didn’t wanted to blame you for that.» she replied to my biggest surprise
- «Err, really? now I am confused! Usually you…»
- «Usually I am angry about you, I know. But this time it is different!»
- «…»
- «I have carefully studied your vintage magazines like Model Parade and Paris-Hollywood. I must say I quite like what I saw»
- «Oh these? They are indeed very nice. And judging from your attire, you did your homework conscientiously» was my implicit answer.
- «Thank you darling, how sweet you are! You may be right, I may have the necessary assets for stuff like this.»
- «Yeah, sure. I would be the last person to claim the opposite! But about what «stuff» exactly are we talking about?»
- «Hmmm, the stuff that make a man unavoidably the slave of his fetishes of course.»
She started to play with her beautiful tapered legs. The slow movements of her feet harnessed in her high heels sandals drove me crazy! I swear I could hear the soft sound of the silk when her nylon stockings slid over her sweet skin. At this time I felt deliciously trapped by my charming and poisonous Svetlana. She was once again able to get me where she wanted to as if it meant nothing! In a last and vain effort, I pretended to resist.
- «You know, I think I am strong enough to fight my primary instincts!»
- «Are you sure?» she challenged me while spreading her thighs provocatively.
- «Oh, that’s not fair! You do not play by the rules!»
- «Rules? I didn’t knew there were some kind of rules? All I want is your pleasure… and also mine. I believe I was designed to do whatever I can to achieve this purpose »
- «Really? And what can I do to win this game?»
- «Don’t play the innocent with me. You know very well what you have to do! Or am I wrong?»
- «No, of course you’re right. It is as if you can read my mind. It scares me but it is also so exciting at once.»
- «My poor darling! You think too much. Just enjoy the moment and promise me to do anything you can to please me.»
I knew I was going to sell my soul to the devil, but what did I care. I could once again make Svetlana my sexual object.
- «Oh yes, I swear I will do anything for you!.»
As soon as I pronounced the oath, I saw a smile on the corner of her lips and, as was probably the case with Faust, I felt that I was going to lose myself on the most dangerous and immoral paths of pleasure!
She sealed the pact with a wish that resembled an order:
- «I always feel so sad when you are away. I would so much like to have a doll girlfriend for when I feel lonely…»
Von Rubber
Yesterday, my sweet little Svetlana made some house cleaning and she found my collection of erotic books and comics. As you can imagine, we had a «conversation» about it.
- «Darling, I found all this erotic stuff in your personal « study » room!»
Now while saying that, she was sitting lasciviously in my favorite reading chair.
- «Oh yes, you are speaking of my erotic book and comics collection! But listen, I am open about that. It’s not as if I was hiding them.» I argued.
- «You are right little naughty boy, and I didn’t wanted to blame you for that.» she replied to my biggest surprise
- «Err, really? now I am confused! Usually you…»
- «Usually I am angry about you, I know. But this time it is different!»
- «…»
- «I have carefully studied your vintage magazines like Model Parade and Paris-Hollywood. I must say I quite like what I saw»
- «Oh these? They are indeed very nice. And judging from your attire, you did your homework conscientiously» was my implicit answer.
- «Thank you darling, how sweet you are! You may be right, I may have the necessary assets for stuff like this.»
- «Yeah, sure. I would be the last person to claim the opposite! But about what «stuff» exactly are we talking about?»
- «Hmmm, the stuff that make a man unavoidably the slave of his fetishes of course.»
She started to play with her beautiful tapered legs. The slow movements of her feet harnessed in her high heels sandals drove me crazy! I swear I could hear the soft sound of the silk when her nylon stockings slid over her sweet skin. At this time I felt deliciously trapped by my charming and poisonous Svetlana. She was once again able to get me where she wanted to as if it meant nothing! In a last and vain effort, I pretended to resist.
- «You know, I think I am strong enough to fight my primary instincts!»
- «Are you sure?» she challenged me while spreading her thighs provocatively.
- «Oh, that’s not fair! You do not play by the rules!»
- «Rules? I didn’t knew there were some kind of rules? All I want is your pleasure… and also mine. I believe I was designed to do whatever I can to achieve this purpose »
- «Really? And what can I do to win this game?»
- «Don’t play the innocent with me. You know very well what you have to do! Or am I wrong?»
- «No, of course you’re right. It is as if you can read my mind. It scares me but it is also so exciting at once.»
- «My poor darling! You think too much. Just enjoy the moment and promise me to do anything you can to please me.»
I knew I was going to sell my soul to the devil, but what did I care. I could once again make Svetlana my sexual object.
- «Oh yes, I swear I will do anything for you!.»
As soon as I pronounced the oath, I saw a smile on the corner of her lips and, as was probably the case with Faust, I felt that I was going to lose myself on the most dangerous and immoral paths of pleasure!
She sealed the pact with a wish that resembled an order:
- «I always feel so sad when you are away. I would so much like to have a doll girlfriend for when I feel lonely…»
Von Rubber