1. Telephone Reality


    Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Masturbation, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Source: LushStories

    the photographs (and she was one of those people who looked different on every picture). That increased her sense of doubt even more. That was the reason earthly pleasures meant that much to her. They helped her remember that she was real and alive. However, most people simply thought she was vain. That was fine. It would be worse if they knew the truth. The last thing Divna wanted was to labeled as an “airhead”. She shimmied into a short, transparent teddy that fit perfectly her firm body. The lace caused pleasant sensations in her nipples. Divna headed for the kitchen where she was met by her cat. The purring animal curled its fluffy tail around her leg. The woman took one of the washed, sweet cherries and ripped its flesh with her teeth. Her lips that were usually pink and thin got tainted with dark red blood. She licked it and caressed the pulp and the pit with the tip of her tongue. The sensation that this seductive juice caused in her body almost made her groan. Divna sucked it greedily and left the cherry stem in a plate. Her phone rang just when she was about to remove the stems of those little, black seductresses. Divna grinned widely and there was not even a sign of innocence in that smile. For she knew who was calling. Therefore she retreated to her spacious sitting room and spread her wet hair over the little cushions. After she placed the glass bowl next to her Divna raised her teddy slightly. It was only after that ritual was performed that she answered the ...
    impatient caller. “You always take such a long time to answer!” The voice on the other side could belong to an old man or a boisterous youth. It was hard to discern. “Would you like me all that much if I always answered your call immediately?” “Probably not. And yet sometimes I really crave for an obedient little slave girl who always does as she is told.” "You will get bored the first week." “Don't be so sure.” He laughed and continued speaking after a short pause. “Tell me what are you doing right now.” Divna took up with describing what she was wearing. She told him the tale of the darkest cherries that she longed to brush over her swollen clit before they would penetrate her mouth. “Do you have whipped cream somewhere around you?” “You know I dislike whipped cream. It's a silly cliché.” “You have no taste.” “And you are banal. I bet you would also ask for champagne.” “Why not?” “Only special guests drink champagne at my home, directly from the hostess' body.” “Is that an invitation?” “I don't know, what do you think?” “I can interpret it as I please and take advantage of that so generous hostess. However right now I want to hear her playing with herself.” “Don't you prefer watching instead of only listening?” “Your language, my sweet Divna, is a much more tempting snake, even in comparison with the adult films of the highest quality.” “Your flattery is even emptier than the hat of an apprentice beggar. You are lucky that I am vain enough and I allow you to fool me.” “Is she ...