Hello girls. This is part 1/2 of my book
But today I'm just parading around in my red lingerie in pure naughty style. I walk past my bedroom window and look out with the sexiest pose possible, hoping someone is watching. If they are, that's when I get that chill down my spine and feel a searing sexual pleasure. This is my most intimate secret, and I intend to keep it that way because I'm happy this way.
Some time ago, I started taking risks. One day, around dawn, I woke up and stripped off my nightgown. I put on my black stockings with the sexiest garter belt, slipped on my highest stiletto heel. I put on a brunette wig and a bra that peaked at the tips of my breasts. I put on a basic little black sheath dress and sashayed out of my apartment! I live on the first floor, and the madness was going down the stairs to the lower floor where the garage is. In the wee hours of the morning, there's basically no one around, but the excitement of risking being seen consumes me. With my heart pounding, I descended the stairs in my stiletto heel, careful not to fall. I walked out of the apartment shaking my hips for the first time as Amanda. I got in my car and felt more excited than I'd ever felt in my life. I looked down and saw my nipples, so hard they could pierce the fabric of my tube. Oh my God, it's incredibly exciting and crazy.
I go back up to my apartment, secretly hoping someone will catch me as Amanda. The excitement is so intense that I almost go into ecstasy.
I've repeated these crazy acts other times, but at much greater risk, as I've done it wearing only my stilettos, bra, panties, and a sheer nightgown, perhaps secretly risking being seen by someone. I have no idea how I would behave if caught red-handed. But I find it extremely exciting. Other times I've gone down like a young French maid, other times like a naughty schoolgirl. Once, I was almost caught by a man getting out of the elevator, but it was a close call.
The craziest thing was getting in the car and going for a walk around the neighborhood. Looking at the streets outside in the early morning hours as Amanda was insane. I started to think I was exaggerating and stopped doing it.
It was to be expected that these crazy acts would catch up with me sooner or later.
But today I'm just parading around in my red lingerie in pure naughty style. I walk past my bedroom window and look out with the sexiest pose possible, hoping someone is watching. If they are, that's when I get that chill down my spine and feel a searing sexual pleasure. This is my most intimate secret, and I intend to keep it that way because I'm happy this way.
Some time ago, I started taking risks. One day, around dawn, I woke up and stripped off my nightgown. I put on my black stockings with the sexiest garter belt, slipped on my highest stiletto heel. I put on a brunette wig and a bra that peaked at the tips of my breasts. I put on a basic little black sheath dress and sashayed out of my apartment! I live on the first floor, and the madness was going down the stairs to the lower floor where the garage is. In the wee hours of the morning, there's basically no one around, but the excitement of risking being seen consumes me. With my heart pounding, I descended the stairs in my stiletto heel, careful not to fall. I walked out of the apartment shaking my hips for the first time as Amanda. I got in my car and felt more excited than I'd ever felt in my life. I looked down and saw my nipples, so hard they could pierce the fabric of my tube. Oh my God, it's incredibly exciting and crazy.
I go back up to my apartment, secretly hoping someone will catch me as Amanda. The excitement is so intense that I almost go into ecstasy.
I've repeated these crazy acts other times, but at much greater risk, as I've done it wearing only my stilettos, bra, panties, and a sheer nightgown, perhaps secretly risking being seen by someone. I have no idea how I would behave if caught red-handed. But I find it extremely exciting. Other times I've gone down like a young French maid, other times like a naughty schoolgirl. Once, I was almost caught by a man getting out of the elevator, but it was a close call.
The craziest thing was getting in the car and going for a walk around the neighborhood. Looking at the streets outside in the early morning hours as Amanda was insane. I started to think I was exaggerating and stopped doing it.
It was to be expected that these crazy acts would catch up with me sooner or later.
Hello girls. This is part 1/2 of my book
But today I'm just parading around in my red lingerie in pure naughty style. I walk past my bedroom window and look out with the sexiest pose possible, hoping someone is watching. If they are, that's when I get that chill down my spine and feel a searing sexual pleasure. This is my most intimate secret, and I intend to keep it that way because I'm happy this way.
Some time ago, I started taking risks. One day, around dawn, I woke up and stripped off my nightgown. I put on my black stockings with the sexiest garter belt, slipped on my highest stiletto heel. I put on a brunette wig and a bra that peaked at the tips of my breasts. I put on a basic little black sheath dress and sashayed out of my apartment! I live on the first floor, and the madness was going down the stairs to the lower floor where the garage is. In the wee hours of the morning, there's basically no one around, but the excitement of risking being seen consumes me. With my heart pounding, I descended the stairs in my stiletto heel, careful not to fall. I walked out of the apartment shaking my hips for the first time as Amanda. I got in my car and felt more excited than I'd ever felt in my life. I looked down and saw my nipples, so hard they could pierce the fabric of my tube. Oh my God, it's incredibly exciting and crazy.
I go back up to my apartment, secretly hoping someone will catch me as Amanda. The excitement is so intense that I almost go into ecstasy.
I've repeated these crazy acts other times, but at much greater risk, as I've done it wearing only my stilettos, bra, panties, and a sheer nightgown, perhaps secretly risking being seen by someone. I have no idea how I would behave if caught red-handed. But I find it extremely exciting. Other times I've gone down like a young French maid, other times like a naughty schoolgirl. Once, I was almost caught by a man getting out of the elevator, but it was a close call.
The craziest thing was getting in the car and going for a walk around the neighborhood. Looking at the streets outside in the early morning hours as Amanda was insane. I started to think I was exaggerating and stopped doing it.
It was to be expected that these crazy acts would catch up with me sooner or later.
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