Annie Taylor thinks her life is near perfect, great career, an amazing home and a loving boyfriend but when an old enemy makes herself known, she soon realises that her perfect life is a complete lie and her entire life crumbles in front of her or d...
Standing staring at my own bedroom closing in my face I'm thrown, glancing down at the box in my hand, I'm also a little nervous.
I head across the landing to the main bathroom turning the flat rectangular box in my hand the last time Marshall presented me with one of these boxes it was filled with a slutty nurse outfit complete with suspender belt and fishnet stockings and ended with the mother of all sex sessions, the memory causes my body to react with blushes and shivers down my spine.
I place the box on the sink unit and shake it, it doesn't weigh much so it's not some role playing shit and I open it giggling nervously to myself careful to be quiet as I'm down by the girls room. But I'm pleasantly surprised by the boxes contents, it's a beautiful silky navy blue baby doll nightie with a matching thong, the material feels soft against my skin as I slip it on, thanking all the gods that I shaved my legs in the shower this morning.
When its all on I stand back and give myself the once over in the mirror, Running my hands down the silky material over my breasts and to the top off my thighs I look and feel pretty sexy and I wondered what Marshall had in store for me tonight.
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I've learnt over the years we've been together to match him in his sexual appetites and I did so happily but when he first started pursuing me he'd frightened me to death.
He was so open and direct about the things he wanted to do to me and wanted me to do to him that I could have run for the fucking hills, I was no virgin but I'd never actually met anyone as overtly sexual as Marshall.
After our third date he'd dropped me at my apartment and walked me to my door, It was seemingly innocent and he hadn't even tried to kiss me at that point but he'd touched me, just little constant touches and caresses that turned my mind inside out and at my door he'd stroked my cheek softly whilst looking into my eyes and then he leant down and kissed me.
That first kiss was intense and his kiss did things to me which eventually led to me letting him finger me to an intense orgasm on my own doorstep. The way he looked at me afterwards, licking my juices from his fingers as he maintained eye contact with my blushing face, that right there was the moment I knew I was never going to escape him and didn't want to. He'd walked away from me back to his car so cockily I wanted to chase him and slap the shit out of him.
I was caught in his spell and always would be, he pushed me to my limits sexually on a daily basis and I'd enjoyed every single second of it!
Deciding I looked good enough I left the bathroom and walked back to our room knocking on the door lightly and anticipating the door opening, the thong of this outfit already soaking at the thought of what was to come
“Come on in baby!”
He whispered as he opened the door, his eyes ravenous as he takes in my body encased in his outfit of choice.
