Your erotic stories

Imagine a lazy sunday morning. you are reading the paper in the kitchen, leaning your elbows on the counter, propping your head on your hands. Your parents are away so we are both wearing only robes to keep the winter chill off our bodies. In my hands I am carrying a pair of beautiful red heeled shoes, the kind with ribbons that lace up your leg like a corset, and a bottle of mineral oil.

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