|

2nd of October, Wednesday
I
was completely insane. My photographer drives me crazy so long and
Last week I couldn’t bear it no longer. I was a shoot, where Peter
took pictures of me in costume of Halloween. I wore black sexy
leather skirt and bra. It was very hot there, because the floodlight
made the air thoroughly warm. Steamy windows and his sweaty shirt
aroused me. I said: ”Let’s have a break and please help
me
to take this terrible leather off.”
He
walked up to me and I could smell his fresh sweat.
I
lost my head and I talked under my breath: ”Take my skirt please...”
He
did it and after he said in a faltering voice. ”Fiona...you’re not
wearing underwear...”
After that came ten minutes that I will never forget.
He turned out the lights and
laid me down on the floor
next to some jack o’lanterns. Delicately,
he kissed my
outer lips.
He did so, causing a trickle of juice to flow
down my inner thigh. Lapped at it eagerly, tracing the
path with his tongue back up to my snatch.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice an unearthly sound.
I grabbed at
his hair. “I don’t want to come yet.
I want you to lick my ass.
Lick and kiss my ass, Peter.
Worship me” moaned in ecstasy. I were
no longer in
control. Faces of the jack o’lanters seemed to be
devilish and burning at the same time.
A half hour later we worked again
and felt better...

|