Greetings sweet man, my name is Simone.
I thought you gentlemen might enjoy hearing about one of my first experiences with one of you sweet, special boys.
I was living in a charming little Chalet in the mountains of Denver. Directly across the street lived a rather charming young man named Ben with his adorable son Seth. Ben was, I believe, in his early thirties. Seth was an irrestible towheaded child of six. Seth had tragically lost his mother in an accident.
We three met and walked along the river and hunted for pretty stones. We hiked along the winding paths, through the mighty pines all during those sweet summer days.
Ben was a rather excellent actor and did bit parts in local theater. He wanted only to be a good father to his little boy. We became friends...spending many warm summer evenings chatting about this and that while Seth dozed in his father's arms.
One evening Ben came alone. Seth's Grandfather was visiting, he was home with Seth. I believe Ben was lonely when he knocked on my door.
I had thought of him romantically often...we were of compatible age, alike in personality and intelligence. I was happy to invite him in and offer him a glass of wine. And then another and another. We had rather more than a few glasses of an excellent vintage. I was more than intrigued. Ben was an exceptionally viral and masculine male.
Imagine my surprise when he asked me if I would permit him a "personal" favor. When I said yes...he smiled rather irresistbly and asked if I might allow him to try on a few of my clothes. For whatever reason, this seemed like a wonderfully "campy" idea to me...I may have assumed, that as that as an actor, he was trying on for a "part".
We popped upstairs to my bedroom suite. I jumped up onto the fourposter bed, reclined, and prepared to be entertained. Ben disappeared into my huge walk-in closet and shortly emerged wearing one of my most daring sets of underwear. A white and pink Merry Widow with a lacy waist cincher, my sheerest white thigh high stockings stunningly clipped to the garters. Hmmmmm...more and more intriguing...he took careful note of my reaction... ( I imagine he must have experienced all manner of reactions from other women at this point...) I smiled charmingly... and I was charmed, and intrigued.
The next time he made his entrance from my closet he came to the bed and leaned down, wearing my red silk and lace thong with my black garter belt and black fishnet thigh highs. He kissed me softly, lovingly, sensously, leaning into me and with those long slow fingers caressed the nape of my neck. Where, he whispered into my right ear ( I shivered all the way down to my toes) are your earrings...??? I sighed and pointed to the antique jewelerly box on the dresser across the room.
I had a gilt-framed mirror in the corner of the room and I suggested he move it into the middle of the room and dress himself before it...and me... so I too, could enjoy his delight. This time when he smiled it wsas with genuine pleasure.
For the next several hours, this extraordinarily masculine man tried on half my extensive wardrobe...he had a particular preference for the lacy lingerie I loved to collect.
Finally, he came to me...we rolled around in the luxury of my huge four poster bed, entertwined in the satin sheets, and each other. Enjoying the feel of each other's hot, sleek flesh... He whispered how lovely my long ash blond hair was...and had I ever been spanked? He winningly smiled at me, and asked if I would like to spank him...?? He said he thought I would enjoy spanking him; and yes...I did...enjoy spanking him. Very much. I got very creative when my tender hand quickly became sore...I recuited my peacock-headed back-scratcher...ummmm, did that ebony wood leave an impression...on Ben, as well as me. A lasting one for me, my little darlings, I'm now, shall we say, a spanking afficiando...it was, an interesting experience; to say the least.
The spanking seemed to heighten his senses (now I know it always does). He made delicious, feverish love to me as few men ever have before...or since.
When the light of dawn finally peeked through my sheer curtains, my whole body felt like sensuous, melted, candle wax. It was a lovely evening, ending when we fell asleep in each other's arms.
He was still wearing my black silk nylons and garter belt under his jeans when he left the next morning.
I hope you enjoyed my true story. It truely was a pleasure to recall.
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