Samantha the Slut…four years later
Four years later…. As she moved from the bathroom to her boudoir, her mind started to consider the selection of her undergarments for her rendezvous later. Before design and structure are considered colour was her primary concern. Not the matched coordinates of a Versace skirt and blouse that was a statement to the whole world of her outer self of elegance, but when revealed the lingerie colour would say more about her mood than any words or actions in that most intimate of moments. She turned to her large wardrobes, her thighs rubbing together as did so. Thighs firm on the outer but so soft and supple on the inside. The suppleness that a mature woman knows that make the touch of a hand , the moisture of a tongue or the rigidity of a …