Take your earrings off, he commanded, and as if hypnotized, my hands reached to my ears, and slowlt unhooked the long diamante earrings. Take your jacket off, he said next, his smooth baritone sending my nipples hard as i imagined what would be coming next. With a shrug, the red leather garment was on the floor. Take off your shoes, he whispered, and again, without a fuss, i reached down and my fingers unstrapped the red leather straps, shaking a little as they parted the velcro fastening. It was when my fingers had drifted to my waist and my skinny jeans were halfway to my ankles, that the queue of people in the security line behind me quickly broke into loud applause and in a minute had surged around me asking for autographs. Unfortunately, when i looked up, the security guard was nowhere to be seen.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 16:04:12 +0000