When Mr. K and I were dating in college, we rarely went to formal functions as a couple. There was
When Mr. K and I were dating in college, we rarely went to formal functions as a couple. There was almost always a “friend” who came with us, either a buddy of Mr. K’s or one of my girlfriends’ boyfriends who had expressed an interest in me or in us. There is nothing quite like the sexual tension that builds up when we’re all in formal attire in a formal setting where touching must be chaste and appropriate, especially when Mr. K took great pleasure in explaining in loving detail to our friend exactly what I was wearing under my dress, and what would happen when the three of us finally got back to a room and and I got out of my dress. Nothing built up my wanton desire to be a naughty slut like seeing our friend’s urgent hard-on press against the soft fabric of his formal slacks, often resulting a faint wet spot near the head. The sexual tension was a delicious hors d’oeuvre, but it was nothing compared to the main course that lasted all night! -- source link
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