Xmas comes early for those of you who enjoy my pornographic prose. Here’s the next bit to the on-going writing project that is “Slut”. As promised, this bit’s a little racier then the last installment. And as before, if you need to find the previous chapters, search under “slut” or “story”.
There is something so satisfying about peeling off your street layers when you get home. Umbrella in the stand, purse on the table, coat on the hook. I stroll back to the bedroom and continue the job. Unzip the boots then toss them into the closet, pull the skirt down over my hips and place it on the back of a chair, unhook my garter belt and use it to roll down my stockings. Those go on the back of the chair as well. I unbutton the crisp white blouse but leave it, the black bra and black boy cut panties on. My version of lounge wear.