![]() I’d spent an hour putting on the right clothes, putting on the right shoes, putting my make up on. He turned up and knocked on my front door. It was the outfit I was wearing the first time we’d slept together. He texted me on Saturday morning and said "White shirt, no bra, white panties, black skirt, stilettos. ![]() I gave him my number, and we said 2pm, Saturday. But as a teenager, he’d always loved coming all over my face, cleaning it off with my panties, then making me wear them. I wasn’t sure, but he was right, it had been a long time. We’d got chatting online, and out of the blue he said to me "I want to come see you, it’s been too long". No embellishment, no exaggeration, and no fictional component.
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