So I hope you enjoy this is the first part of an erotica I am beigning to write  hope you enjoy
In the afternoons glow I can feel the beating sun on my head. I feel a beed of sweat, is it this heat or is it the mix of anticipation or nervousness of what is to come. I compose myself the best I can but I can feel my body temperature rising in my suit as I walk up the path. With a pause of hesitation to catch my breath I knock on the door in anticipation. I can feel my pulse racing through my body my heartbeat visible to the naked eye. The door creaks open and there she is, a picture of beauty a real godess, my Miss. My eyes are taken immediately by her plunging dress revealing her cleavage, hugging her figure, accentuating her curves. Her legs complimented by her high high heels with her dress stopping half way down her thighs. I finally pluck the courage to look into her piercing eye's. She speaks softly but firm
'Good boy you come bearing gifts I do love bubbles. But stop being a naughty boy you may look but your not allowed to touch'.
Miss grabs me by the hand and leads me in and sits me on the sofa. Her presence towering over me standing in front of me, making me know I was under her control.
'Now for your present, shut your eyes'
I'm taken back this is not how its meant to be a present for me. I am intrigued but excited. I feel her come close leaning over me. I can feel her breath on my kneck as my body tingles my goose bumps begin to raise and the hair on my body all starts to stand to attention. I feel her lips purse against my ear.
'I hope your going to like your present'
Miss moves away from. My eyes still shut as instructed I can hear her going to fetch something out the draw. I feel her hands clasp around my thighs her weight pressing down on me as she goes to unbutton my trousers. She exposes me, the cold air an initial shock. Then all of a sudden I feel her clasp me firmly in her hands squeezing my member tightly letting me know she is in control.
'Savour this moment. You won't be feeling my touch again. Now keep your eyes shut'.
She releases me. I can feel my circulation start to flow again. Then I feel a cold metallic object against him. Slowly encasing me until I am locked up. Miss proceedes to zip my trousers back.
'There's a good boy. Now you are mine. What are you doing just sitting there that champagne is not going to open itself'
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