Everything
has been going so well. We started with drinks at a dark and intimate bar known
for its bourbon selection. As soon as you walked in, I was taken with your
confidence… And your shoes. A man in a simple shirt, well-fit dark jeans and a
pair of genuinely nice shoes is always a good start. Things progressed, hands
wandered to rest on thighs, you caught me off-guard with a well-timed
compliment about my long, natural 4C kinky hair. We wound up grabbing a late
bite to eat and then find ourselves meandering back west, walking a bit too
aimlessly for this chilly night. My leather motorcycle jacket over my sheer
maroon blouse isn't cutting out the wind like I might want, and your arm feels
very nice wrapped around my waist as we wait for the light to change at the
corner.
#LadyErotica Diaries: The New Neighbour…
Moving
to a new place was always a problem. I looked at my new house… I loved town
houses. As the moving truck backed into the compound, one of my neighbours
walks out of his town house. He had a woman with him. She was pretty and he
wasn’t so bad himself. He looked really nice but I wasn’t too concerned. He
smiled at me and I returned the favour. It seemed like he was still looking
because I felt strange eyes on me.Not more than 30 minutes later, he was back.
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