Aleksandr

Ch. 37 - Kiss Fuck Come

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"I'm always in the mood for you..."

- Litizia
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Chapter 37 - Kiss Fuck Come

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I had spent the last few minutes smiling down at my phone. Litizia and I had been chatting and I could not wait to see her when she arrived at The Purple Angel later.

Unfortunately, my joy was short-lived. It ended soon after I had asked her to see what she was wearing. I still could not believe my eyes as I continued to stare down at the screen of my mobile phone, wishing that I could reach through the device and touch her soft skin.

Damn she looked good!

My initial response had not been what I wanted to say, but my fingers seemed to have had a mind of their own and I had hit send before I could stop myself.

Litizia:
"What do you mean 
I'm not wearing that?
I thought you said that I was free to
express myself however I wished?"

Aleksandr:
"You are! 
I was just surprised, that's all."

I exhaled in relief, thankful that I had written the word 'not' instead of 'cannot' as I knew right there and then that we would have been having an entirely different conversation.

Just knowing that my wife was not wearing anything under that sexy gold knee-length dress was doing my head in. The way the thin strap outfit moulded over each and every one of her curves had me almost panting with need.

I was flabbergasted, unable to believe that the slit in Litizia's dress went that high up. Did that even qualify as a slit, seeing as it was cut all the way to the hip.

Fuck!

The things I could do to her without even taking her clothes off! The images had me immediately hardening in my trousers. Before I could give the notion any more thought, I received another incoming message.

Litizia:
"Well, it was the most modest
of the options.
You should see what she's wearing 😵
Dominic is gonna flip...
Thankfully she has a coat on over it."

Aleksandr:
"Well she's clearly looking
to get spanked tonight..."

Litizia:
"Honestly, with the way she's looking...
Most definitely 😅"

Scrolling back up to the picture of Litizia in her dress, I could not help but imagine wrapping her straightened hair around my wrist as I typed the following question, a grin on my face.

Aleksandr:
"Are you?"

Litizia:
"Am I what?
Looking to get spanked?"

Aleksandr:
"Mmmnnn..."

Litizia:
"I dunno, maybe I am? 🤷‍♀️"

A soft growl rumbled in my throat as I reached a hand down to grab at my crotch, willing my erection to go down as I turned in my chair. I briefly closed my eyes and silently cursed before I refocused on my phone and sent a reply.

Aleksandr:
"Fucking hell Zia...
Where are you guys now anyway?
I can't exactly tell where the
picture was taken."