Lady in waiting

Image of me in lingerie, clamps on nipples and shadows of blinds on my legs, waiting for my husband to return.
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Her husband had left her there.

Alone.

To wait.

Not only for him, but also the other man. The one who would fuck her, while he watched.

She knew this. Knew they were watching from behind te blinds. Illuminated in the sun, she waited. Patiently. No. She was nervous. Not patient. She wanted them here, and then she didn’t. The pain in her nipples interrupted her thoughts; wet her cunt. She shivered and moaned; pain and lust mixed in a delicious cocktail of need.

She inhaled deeply at the sound of the door; released her breath slowly.

It was time.


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13 thoughts on “Lady in waiting

  1. Another delicious merger of words and image Marie. Love the idea of being in waiting and anticipating. Also love seeing a glimpse of your time with Master T 🙂

    1. It’s lovely to revisit those older pictures. We really had some wonderful times 🙂

  2. Absolutely STUNNING photograph Marie (which I must have missed the first time around) … and very, very arousing words!
    Made me “slowly release my breath” too !!!
    Xxx – K

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