[Fiction] My Stupid Boyfriend

[Dareholic]

Nicely done, please continue.

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by BF

Slut, I want you to be on Skype tonight, exactly at 1.15 am. I want you to sit in a chair, in front of your computer, completely naked, legs spread. I want to see your private parts, so make sure they are well lit and perfectly shaved. I want you to be drunk and I want you to be horny, so have some beers and play with your pussy until I call you. It would not hurt if you had edged several times when I call you, and if you'd need to pee...

BF: Nice to see you, slut. Do you feel good?

Me: Yes, Sir, I do. I feel good whenever you are with me, Sir. Whenever you can spare some time ...

BF: Fine, fine... That's how I like my sluts. Always eager to please.... For this first session, I would like you to tell me about you. Start with describing your body...

Me: But you see me, Sir...

BF: Of course I see you, stupid. So what? I do not care. I want you to describe your body. Isn't that enough?

Me: Oh Sir, I'm sorry... I did not want to contradict you, Sir. Please, don't be angry... I appreciate that you are interested in me and I will be happy to tell you everything you want...

BF: That's what I expect from my slut! But listen – I want to hear the absolute truth. Do not withhold any information. Tell it like it is. I want to know the most embarrassing facts...

Me: I will not hesitate to bare my soul for you, Sir! I'm proud and honored that you are willing to listen to me... As you know, I turned 19 last spring. My height is 5 feet 7 inches (or 175cm). My weight is 124 pounds (or 56 kg). I buy clothes in size S, sometimes XS, but I know that sizes are different in the US. Here in Germany, S correlates to 36, but I found on the net that 36 correlates to 6 in the US...

BF: Yes, yes, yes, I do not want to know about that drivel... Go on...

Me: Sir, as you can easily see I'm a blonde. My hair is medium length and I love to wear it in a ponytail. My eyes are blue and I have freckles and a pointed nose. I'm skinny, with long legs, lean hips, and small tits. My bra is an A cup, if I wear a bra. I have no hour-glass figure, Sir, that's for sure. But I have nice perky nipples. Some say I look like a boy. But that's not true. I have a pussy and I can insert quite a lot of my fingers...

BF: That's true. I have seen it. Impressive. Please do it now. We all would love to see it ...

Me: You are so kind, Sir. Here we go... Mmmmm... I'm quite wet, Sir! Ohhh my... I'm in! Do you like what you see?

BF: Tell me more, stupid!

Me: I depilate my legs and my arms and I shave my pubes and my armpits. There's no hair below my neck. I do not think I'm a beauty, but I know that there are people who like my body, and I'm one of those... I like to show off. I like to dress sexy. I love to be restricted to wear only the minimum amount of clothes that is appropriate for a given situation. Just what is needed to not offend other people. I mostly go without a bra (no tits, no bra!) and I love to wear skimpy thongs under short skirts or short dresses. And sometimes I do not even wear panties.

BF: Good, good, slut. That's fine.... Get it on. Tell me about your likes. And about your dislikes....

Me: You know that I'm a slut, Sir. I can be made to do anything. I want to be your toy. I want to be offered to other people. I want to be humiliated. There are no limits, Sir! I want to be forced to do things I normally would not do. I love to be challenged. I'm kind of an adrenaline junkie....

BF: Go on, slut. Spill it out....

Me: I live in a small apartment on the top floor of an old building, dating back to the beginning of the last century, and as my parents help me out I have the privilege of a roof terrace, overlooking a neighborhood of lower buildings. I can get naked on my roof terrace without being seen...

BF: You do?

Me: I like being naked. It feels good. I come from a naturist family, I have seen my parents naked from childhood and I have been naked with them as well. They took me to naturist beaches when I was young and I'm still going there whenever I have the opportunity. I even have been to a naturist hotel, where you stay naked all day, not only on the beach but also in the hotel. Only for dinner you have to put on clothes. I liked it, it was cool to walk naked from your room directly to the beach....

BF: Did it turn you on?

Me: It did, Sir. I love to be aroused. And I'm aroused often. I see to it whenever I can. Do you think I'm lewd, Sir?

BF: You definitely are a slut!

Me: OMG! You really think so?

BF: I think so. And I like it. You should be proud of it....

Me: Hmmmm... Whenever I'm aroused, I either masturbate or I have sex. Masturbating is easier, so I have sex occasionally and I masturbate often. Most of the time I masturbate to the edge and stop without having an orgasm. I like to be horny, I want to be denied. I love it when my horniness accumulates until I can't stand it any longer and I know I will explode every second. I masturbate using my fingers. I'd love to use toys, but so far I have not dared to buy some.... I have been thinking about a nice vibrating dildo, and a bullet vibe with a remote control, and maybe a butterfly vibe...

BF: Okay... I will think about it... What happens when you do cum?

Me: I'm not very loud when I masturbate, Sir, but I moan when I'm fucked. It is nice to give (and receive) audio feedback :-)

BF: I would love to have some audio feedback right now. So please – make you cum. Rub your clit. Squeeze your nipples. Masturbate. And moan loudly...

Me: Oh Master, you are so generous.... You really want me to cum?

BF: Yes, I do, slut. But go on, tell me: When did you start having sex?

Me: I started playing with my pussy quite early, but I can't tell you when I masturbated for the first time or when I had my first orgasm. I gave my first blowjob when I was 13, it was a friend from school and I did not make him cum. I made up for this a few weeks later, with another, older guy. He knew what he wanted. I had the first real sex with a boy when I was 15 and with a girl when I was 16. Ohhhhhh... My God... Soooo hot....Pleeeze, Sir!

BF: That's fine. Go on. But do not dare to cum without my permission!

Me: Up until now I did not have a "long term" boyfriend (or girlfriend) – long term meaning longer than half a year. All my "affairs" have been very short lived, weeks rather than months. But when I was young, I had my fair share of spontaneous sex and one night stands. Sir, I cant hold it any longer. Pleeeeeze, let me cum!

BF: No. Not yet. Go on...

Me: Oh my God.... Ok... Nowadays, there are extended periods of not having sex with either a boy or a girl. Mmmmmm... I discovered the BDSM thing when I started to browse the net about one year ago. Ouch... When I was 18, finally old enough for the darker sides of sex... Eeeeeeck...

BF: Okay – that's enough, now you may cum....

[Hrisy]

yeeeeyyyy Slave_E is back! Kinda drunk at the moment, but will get reading on the story as soon as possible.

[Dareholic]

Looking good, please continue.

[SexyGiggle]

Please Sir... can we have some more!!??

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by Master

Show me how obedient you are. Go to a sex shop. Wear inappropriate clothing, something that sticks out, something that is remembered. Buy a wireless controlled bullet vibe that reacts to sound and music. Ask the shop assistant for help. Ask him for a WiFi controlled device. I would love to control you through the internet. And, just for fun, ask him for some anal beads. Walk home with the vibe buzzing away in your pussy.

By chance – or better because it was a gift, supposed to be worn at a wedding reception - I own a pale yellow mini dress with polka dots in soft pink and light gray. Its corset style bustier pushes my minuscule tits up and triumphantly exposes the top half of my breasts, hinting at my areolae and suggesting that my nipples might pop out with every imprudent move. It shapes my waist nicely and flares out into a petticoat style mini skirt that is just long enough to cover my ass. Its every girl's wet dream.

I did not wear it to the wedding. I chickened out. It was too sexy. But it stayed in my wardrobe and it caught my eye when I was looking for the "humiliating" clothes you have asked me to wear for the trip to the sex shop.

I found a skimpy white g-string in the back of my underwear drawer that did nothing to conceal my shaved slit, put on the dress and added matching high heels. Very high heels. To be honest, I would have preferred trainers, but it would have destroyed the overall effect.

I did not use make-up. I know that you would have loved to see me made up like a slut, but I made a last minute decision not to use make-up. I did so after edging three times (wetting my skimpy thong thoroughly), after sipping two glasses of prosecco (to drink up some courage) and after edging a fourth time (to get in the mood.). I was sure that entering the sex shop looking like a innocent young girl with no make-up wearing THAT dress would be more embarrassing then being made up like a slut. When I looked at me in the wall mirror I was sure that I was right. I was so aroused that I had to push my thong to the side and edge a fifth time.

I put on my olive trench, grabbed my purse and left the house. It did not rain, but it was cold. I huddled in the trench and walked as fast as I could. Nobody paid attention.

I had chosen LSD (Love, Sex, Dreams) because their posters were everywhere. I took the U2 to Bismarkstrasse and when I got off I found it had finally started to rain. A 8 minutes walk through the cold drizzle brought me to "Charlottenburg's Biggest Sex Shop". What a disappointment! In the cold light of the day the place looked decidedly seedy. Dirty windows featured bleached out magazines, displays and boxes. The shop was deserted. Nobody cared what I was doing. I crossed the street, opened the door and went in. The room was full of shelves containing DVDs, magazines, fetish clothes and sex toys. A strange smell filled the air. I was aroused and ashamed at the same time.

I took the trench off and looked for a shop assistant. I was sure that you'd want me to talk to a shop assistant, Sir. Nothing more humiliating than to talk to a shop assistant. The only shop assistant around was a grumpy looking guy in his 50s. I told him I wanted a realistic looking dildo, a WiFi controlled bullet vibe and some anal beads. He looked at me with blank eyes. I felt like I was disrobed. When he finally managed to get up, he led me to a shelf and pointed to some boxes: The Vibes! And pointed to a nearby shelf: The Anal beads! And pointed to another shelf: The Dildos. And he left me alone.

I inspected the boxes. What a choice! I was looking for a vibe with a WiFi controlled remote, reacting to sound and music. And I found the Club Vibe 2.OH, a wireless and USB rechargeable remote control vibrator, a lightweight and slim-line vibe begging to be worn out on the town. The package said its 5 intensity levels would allow me to use the vibrator in a loud atmosphere as well as in a quiet place. It also said it vibrates and pulses to club music as well as to my lover’s voice. The mic is built into the wireless remote control, so I can keep it in my hand or I can hand it over to somebody else - adding a lot of extra excitement.

It looked fine and I liked it, but it was not WiFi controlled. So I looked further and found the iVibe101, a toy that really allows for online operations. It has all the features of a classic model, but adds remote Internet control that works via Skype. The speed and intensity of this Remote Pleasure Internet Enabled Vibrator can be totally controlled by a remote operator while both participants are in full verbal and visual contact. I was sure that you would definitely want me to buy this, Sir...

I have to admit that I did look for a butterfly vibe as well. As nice as it is to have something inside my pussy (and especially something that is not controlled by me) I was thinking a toy working directly on my clit would be welcome. But I did not dare to buy one. I was feeling that it might be too obvious. However, I did find a very realistic looking dildo modeled after a huge black cock, and some cool anal beads...

I went back to the shop assistant with the anal beads, the dildo, the Club Vibe and the iVibe and asked him for batteries. After begging for quite a while he opened the boxes (saying that I could not bring the toys back and get a refund if the boxes are open), inserted the batteries and demonstrated to me that the toys were working. I paid in a rush (I had brought cash, as I did not want to pay with my card) and pushed everything in my purse.

Leaving I saw that there was a separate entrance, to the right. It led to the video cubicles (or whatever it is called in the States) – very small rooms where you can insert coins and watch porn in private. I entered one of the cubicles and locked the door. There was a heavy stench and a waste basked full of used paper tissues. I swiftly opened my dress, pulled down my panties, inserted the Club Vibe 2.OH and switched the remote on. I felt the vibrations deep inside. Put the remote back in my purse, pulled my g-string up and closed the dress. I did not want to go without panties. I had never walked around with a vibe in my pussy and I did not want it to fall out in the middle of the street...

[Slave_E]

Standing in the middle of the smelly cubicle, the vibe buzzing away in my pussy, I opened my mobile and called the BF. Waiting for him to take my call, I listened intently to the sounds emanating from the lower parts of my body, afraid that the vibe's buzz would betray me. But there was nothing, except from the beeps from my phone. All sounds must have been drowned out by the bodily fluids in my increasingly wet pussy.

Holding the phone with my left hand, my right hand playing idly with the pink buttons on the black, egg-shaped remote, I was taken by surprise when the vibrations suddenly intensified. I moaned and hastily canceled the command. I was sure the BF had seen my call. He just wanted me to wait. I heard fast steps, voices, and then the door to the cubicle next to mine. It was opened. And closed. There was some rustling, somebody sitting down, a coin being thrown in a slot and then slurping sounds, supported by sugary, low budget music.

"Hello?" It was the BF. I struggled for attention. "It's me, Sir. I'm still in the sex shop. I have bought the items." I kept my voice low. I did not want to entertain the guy next door. "Speak up, slut. I can't hear you!" He sounded angry. There was only one thing I could do. I shouted, "Sir! I'm still in the sex shop. I have bought a vibe that reacts to sound and music and another vibe that can be controlled through the internet. I even bought some anal beads..." He interrupted, "Tell me more about the sound and music one! And speak loudly, I can't hear you above all these strange sounds. What did you say where you are?" I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. Not so easy with the vibe playing tricks with my clit. I spoke as clearly as I could, "I'm in one of those video cabins, Sir. What you hear is the video program from the guy next door. Do not ask me what he is doing... " He interfered, "Nice, nice, but tell me about the vibe." I sat down. "Ok. As you want, Sir. I have a tiny, pink bullet-vibrator in my pussy, its wireless remote control is dangling from my purse's shoulder strap and the vibe is on. Its vibrating. I can feel it... " I almost could see him grin. " The remote offers three settings: ambient, music and manual. It's on manual right now, according to the text on the package I experience one of seven ass-shaking vibration patterns. In music mode, it can be connected to an iPod or an mp3 player. And in ambient, the vibe responds to the tone and intensity of all the noises around me, picking them up through a mic in the remote. The packaging recommends I try out a club setting, saying my nether regions will be pulsating to the DJ's jams..."

I got distracted by noises from the other cubicle. Above the sound of the video there was a lot of heavy breathing and moaning. The occupant seemed to enjoy his audiovisual experience. Or was he listening in to me? The BF spoke. I tried to concentrate on his voice. "Slut, here is what you will do. You will switch the vibe to ambient – and make sure you turn its sensivity up. Then you will go to the shopping mall close to your place, you know, the one where you always go? Visit three different shops and buy sexy clothes. Dresses, tops, panties.... Strip naked in the changing rooms, switch the vibe to its highest manual setting and try not to cum while you try on whatever you have taken with you. You are not allowed to cum before the third shop! After that, you may do as you want...." And he hung up.

I switched the remote to ambient, grabbed my trench and my purse, left the cubicle and skipped gleefully to the fresh air. The second I stepped outside, a heavy duty motorcycle roared down the street and I felt its mighty, pulsating machine deep down in my pussy. A honking horn added to the sensation and I was sure all the people around me noticed the waves of sound running through my body. Everything was transmitted directly to my clit, it was like standing close to the speakers at a particularly bass-heavy club. Each of the city's noises had its own buzz - winds blowing caused the vibe to shiver, car doors slamming gave a brief staccato burst, people shouting hammered at my g-spot. The bullet vibrated exuberantly, joyfully, in sync with the city, as if its life depended on it. I was near tears. It wasn't the same as hot, raw sexual arousal, but it was close.

I took the S-Bahn. I didn't even have to look out at the tracks to know a train was coming, I could feel it from blocks away. It was cool - my pussy predicting the future. When the train burst into the station, I was grinning like a fool, enjoying the grinding of gears against the track. Once on the train, I sat back, closed my eyes, and let the vibe do its magic.

The ride was hot. It was good that I was not allowed to have an orgasm. Considering the number of people staring at my short skirt and my pushed up tits, it was definitely better to relax and savor in silence. I'm still wondering, though, what they made of the emotions mirrored on my face...

[Dareholic]

Interesting. Please do continue.

[MrCharcol]

Slave E
Great to see that you are back posting I love how this is developing

Mr Charcol

[SexyGiggle]

excellent chapter xxx

[Slave_E]

The train station was close to the shopping mall, which was good. The rain pouring down was cold and a chilly wind bit in my soaked legs. I was the only one walking, and the vibe in my pussy made me an easy target for every car passing by. I could feel them way before they reached me. I walked as fast and as far away from the curb as I could, but their spray water hit my trench, my freezing legs and my soggy heels at the same time as their noise shook my clit.

When I arrived at the mail, the first thing I wanted to do was to get dry and to get a drink. I desperately needed to warm up and I did not believe that I'd summon up the courage to do the task without being at least slightly drunk. I entered the first coffee bar I saw, sat down and ordered a prosecco. The barrista eyed my barely covered tits and my naked legs and asked for a photo ID. He wanted to know if I was over 18! OMG! This is what I get when I do not wear slutty make-up?

There was nothing I could do. I showed him my ID and he condescended to sell me alcohol. My trip to the mall had not started well. The only thing I could do was to ask for a second prosecco....

Despite the vibe humming and buzzing in sync with all the voices around me I wasn't horny at all when I entered the first shop. I chose TALLY WEiJL. They have really sexy outfits at affordable prices. I'm a regular customer.

I roamed the shop, the wet trench hanging over my purse, and ended up with three dresses. I took them to the fitting rooms in the back of the shop, opted for the one furthest away from the people, closed the curtain, stripped and looked in the mirror. A naked, wide-eyed slut with wet hair and dirty heels stared back. I spread my legs, used the remote to switch the vibe to manual and turned it on to full power. The effect was overwhelming. My pussy juices were flowing and I was just about to devote my body to the instant buzz of the vibe, when I heard voices. There were people. What alarmed me most was the girl in the fitting room next to me. She was accompanied by a boy sitting in the aisle just outside my room, talking to her in a loud voice. My curtains did not reach the floor, so I was sure he could see my naked legs, my soaked heels, and - hopefully - a lot more. Being seen turned me on. It did not take me long to reach my first edge and I made sure to moan loudly! But I was not allowed to cum, so I reduced the speed of the bullet vibe and tried to calm down. But I could not stop- horny as I was. I turned around to face the curtain, and – as if by mistake – opened it a little bit. I saw the boy and I knew he could see me as well. I closed my eyes, pinched my tits, rubbed my clit and moaned loudly. I almost had an orgasm. I barely managed to stop in time.

To take my mind off the vibe, I closed the curtain and tried the dresses. The first one was a black tank top mini-dress with a scoop back. It was short, tight and revealing. The next one was a completely sheer sleeveless maxi-dress in dark blue. Wearing it I was almost naked. The third one was a short sleeve babydoll dress in a classic floral print. It had a loose waistline and an open neckline and it was so short that my pussy was on display whenever I lifted my arms. I was sure the BF would like it.

With the vibe still buzzing, I tried to get back in my polka dot wedding dress. I was so close that I could not keep my tits in...

I grabbed the dresses, went to the checkout and paid. It was then that I missed my thong. Despite being drunken and aroused, I knew that I had left it on the floor in the fitting room. I went back and found the curtains still open. I bent over, offered the boy with the girlfriend a glimpse of my naked pussy, picked up the thong and grinned. The boy was transfixed. He could not take his eyes off the thong. When I was about to leave, I turned around. He was still staring.

My next stop was classier. I went to the American Apparel shop and picked 4 tops. A sexy triangle bikini top in black and white. A sheer, oversized button-up blouse in a polka dot print in black and creme. A long sleeve, form fitting, waist length cropped tee in white. And an ultra-soft, lightweight, see-through polyester camisole featuring thin straps, a loose fit and pink vines printed on white.

I was in the fitting room before one of the shop assistant could talk to me. The rooms had real doors instead of curtains, but they did not fit the door frame. I was visible for everybody outside as long as he (or she) looked from the right angle. I stripped, let my dress drop to the floor, switched the vibe to full power and stood there again, naked, legs spread, playing with my nipples. I squeezed them hard, until I was close, and I tried to stay close for as long as I could. I used my cell phone as a stop watch - I managed to keep the edge for almost 5 minutes! To calm down, I had to turn the bullet vibe off completely. I was shaking and sweating and my pussy was dripping wet. While hot body fluids were running down my legs, I decided to try on all five tops. I loved them all, so I turned the vibe to medium speed, went to the checkout and paid...

My last stop was H&M. It was crowded. I went to the lingerie department on the second floor and picked a handful of very sheer and very skimpy thongs in XS. Holding the thongs in my hands, I looked for the fitting rooms. A sign told me to go to the first floor.

Down there I found a long row of cubicles with swing doors - like they have it in western saloons. The doors showed my legs from the knees down and my head from the shoulders up. The doors had a broad opening in the middle, allowing the door leaves to swing freely. Behind these doors I would be visible to everyone. I took a deep breath, stripped, and hung my dress over the door, to cover at least a small part of the gap. I turned the vibe to full speed and then I just stroked my tits, concentrating on the feelings in my pussy. I tightened my muscles and let them loose. I moved my hips back and forth. I went with the flow of my juices. I looked at all the people outside, waiting for me to leave the fitting room, and could not hold it any longer - I had a breathtaking orgasm. I do not know what the girls outside saw in my face, but I'm sure they heard me, as I was moaning loudly. When I was done, I hurriedly put on my dress, left the cubicle, passed all the waiting girls, proceeded to the checkout and bought the thongs without bothering to try them on. When I left the shop, I noticed that the vibe was still buzzing away at top speed.

I walked home, wrapped up in the trench. It was a 15 minutes walk in high heels with the vibe on full speed.....

[Dareholic]

That must have been one comfortable walk.

[MrCharcol]

Emily

You know how to get our pulse racing as well. Another great instalment , what a lucky boy in the changing room corridor!!!

Anymore CMNF stories I think we need to visit the Art gallery again!!

Mr Charcol

[Slave_E]

Originally Posted by Master

Slut, I want you on Skype tonight. I do not know when I'm home, but I expect you to call me the moment I'm online. I will not tolerate you being late. If you do not call me within the minute, I will make you suffer.

While I'm out having fun, you will have fun staying home. Strip naked, drink a bottle of beer and link the remote of your vibe to the internet. When you're done, drink another beer, insert the vibe, switch it to low speed, get on your knees, spread your legs, put your hands on your thighs, look at the screen and wait. Do not use sound. Not before you see me. And do not dare to move. Think of it as your corner time.

He had me. I knew from the start that I would have to wait a long time. My corner time would be as humiliating and painful as possible.

I got a beer from the fridge and stripped naked. Drinking from the bottle I opened the iVibe package and found an USB device, a wireless remote control, some AAAA batteries and the egg vibrator.

I installed the batteries and, without any preliminaries, shoved the egg into my pussy. Just so. As dry as I was. It hurt but I gritted my teeth and pushed it in. It made me feel humiliated and filled me up nicely all at the same time. Expectantly I pressed the remote's “Mode/On” button. The egg vibrated. It felt good. I was wet in no time. Dutifully (and regretfully) I reduced it to its lowest setting. What remained was a mere tingle, strong enough to be felt, but not strong enough to arouse me. I powered up my laptop and opened the link to the iVibe software. Waiting for the installer I finished the bottle.

A window popped up, asking me if I was sure that I wanted to install the "Remote Pleasure" program. I took a deep breath and clicked "OK". While I waited for the blue squares to fill the progress bar I got another beer from the fridge. When I came back an icon had appeared on the desktop. It blinked invitingly. I connected the USB device and waited. A loud beep announced that the process was completed. Happy about the reminder, I turned the sound off.

The device uses Skype to pass the control of the vibe to somebody on the net, so when I clicked on the icon, a prompt asked me to open Skype. I opened Skype and was greeted by another popup window. I selected “Allow access” and the window closed.

Everything seemed to be ok. I found the tray icon where it was supposed to be, on my task bar, and was confronted with another popup window, asking me if I wanted to play by myself, if I wanted to control the toy remotely, or if I wanted my toy to be controlled by a remote party. I selected "Remote party" and felt an increasing anxiety in my stomach.

Taking the beer with me, I went to my window and looked out at the world around me. The sun was almost down. Yellow street lights flickered to life. Cars drove by, there were a few bikers and I heard a motor scooter. I drank and watched the sidewalk until it was completely dark. People eager to reach their homes passed under the street lights, entered circles of brightness and left them again to vanish in the gloom. Only to reappear in the next fleck of light.

The vibe was still "ON". I was wondering if the BF's commands would override the manual mode I had used to activate the egg. What was he doing right now? I was sure that he had downloaded and installed the controlling software long ago.

When the second bottle was empty, I took it back to the kitchen, turned on all the lights in my living room and kneeled before my laptop. I made sure that I could see the display and checked if the cam could see me. Everything was fine. I was visible in all my glorious details. I spread my legs as wide as I could and put my hands on my thighs. The camera was staring directly at my crotch, but with its wide angle lens it also showed my tits and my face and quite a lot of my apartment. Now all I could do was to wait for the BF.

He did not show up. I stared at the screen until my mind went blank, my back ached, my knees burned from the hard knots of the carpet's fabric and I needed to pee. But I didn't dare to get up. I had such a panic the BF would appear the moment I moved...

[SexyGiggle]

amazing!! what a cliff hanger!! xx