Hmmmm Yes. I am stepping out of the taxi-cab in front of your hotel. It
could be Milan or New York or Beverly Hills. No matter. Its the
presentation, the gestalt thats important. I stretch my four inch high
heeled legs encased in sheer black back seamed stockings out of the cab as
my leopard print soft supple leather skirt slides up my thighs as i feline
like escape the eyes of the cab driver glued to his rear view mirror.

I am dressed to the nines (69’s). Excited after the long flight to see my
Lover. My bags with attached airline ticket stubs fluttering in the wind
as I with leather gloved hands reach to pick them up. Whats in them? Ah,
you ask! Lingerie; lots of it, in red, black,white. And toys: whips
lashes, and high heels: black 5 inch spike pumps with ankle straps, red
pumps 5″ with gold buckles on the red ankle straps that match the gold
metal spikes. Short short skirts, baby doll nighty’s, short flimsy see
thru dresses and skirts.

Yessss. Thats whats in the bags I reach for. As i bend low, my blouse
under buttoned giving a glimpses of my boobs popping out of my tight black
pushup bra in my sheer white silk blouse. I love silks, rayons, cashmere,
fur. All sensous. All asking demanding touch however tremoulous or eager
the viewer is. Sleek powerful femaleness. The leopardness is on prowl as
the city life seeminly roars its its grasping needing touchs.

My key awaits me. The key to lots and lots of wild passionate kisses.
Yes I pack. I love being admired and giving back flirtatious glances and
gestures of unbaring. But like all prescious belongings i belong to the
Master or Mistress that owns me. I am loyal and honest. Compliant, supple
I easily give way.

I am not myself anymore. The opinion of others i listen and smile at
yes. Secret smiles they receive. Whether they know it or not; I do know of
my dick tightly encased in thong panties. I’m a hybrid rose grafted and
blooming. I do love perfumes. One for my hair. One for my boobs.

I am sitting here on my white iron bed as i write my words to you. My
computer in front of me on my desk. The keyboard on my left on my bed. I
am wearing a white thong panties. My dick seems to pulsate in them as i
write. I am excited about sharing myself with you! I have on a silk
leopard print blouse unbuttoned. My hair is a light orangish right now to
my shoulders. On thier way to being blond. Ha! I’m on my second cup of
coffee.

I can see you eager to suck my dick as i walk thru the hotel room door.
I light a ciggerate in anticipation of being pleasured as i haughtly drop
my bags. Hey!! Wheres the bellhop?? He’d love to see this n’est pa?!? I
lift my leather leopard print skirt up and pull it out. I have foreskin, a
pretty white dick. I unbutton my blouse as its getting hot! My swell of my
boobs swelling out and over my tight black bra. I’m am squirming in my
high heels feeling the tightness of my ass as the high heels torque my
thighs straining all to the point of my lovers lips slicking sucking my
hard, now, flute.

Clothes make the woman. I love mirrors. Full length. I like facing away
from open windows showing myself off as i’m being pleasured. Stroke my ass
and I’ll love you for it. Kissing long and hard tongues dancing like they
are on fire. Only the touching sucking the tips of the others tongue like
snakes eating each other. Sin, sin, sin, sweet nasty wanton lusts. A girl
with a dick. Think of your girlfriend or wife, think of me as your girl
with a dick. It will get to the point that every hot sexy woman you see in
short miniskirts n heels make you think of your shemale woman with her
dick.