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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You look exquisite as you stand there in all your finery. The heels, the stockings the little back dress, hair and make up perfect. Men would die for you.
But I can't help but think all that expense and effort is lost on me.
You are like the most precious gift that has been exquisitely wrapped. It's beautiful but I want what is inside. The beautiful dress and the expensive lingerie will look like nothing laying in a heap on my floor.
I want my gift. I want touch to touch I want skin to skin.
Your hair will became a mess as my fingers twist into it and your make up will smudge and run from the results of our actions. When all is over and pulses slow as breathing returns to normal, I will stare at you in your nakedness and vulnerability.
You are more beautiful now as you were born than in all your finery
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