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In college, there was a large dorm bathroom. Early in the morning, the girls would apply make-up carefully, towels barely hanging on their tight young bodies. The smell of perfume was intensely sweet and musky. The voices, some hidden beneath the rain of showers, would giggle high and bright. My boyfriend would wait for me every morning just outside this white, steam-filled dream, and every morning I’d ask the same question:

“Wish you could join us, David?”

He would smile, push a few fingers through his curly brown hair, look down like a bashful child, and then firmly slip his arm around my waist before walking me back to my room; we were always equally anxious to play “our game.”

He dressed me in business clothes, my erect nipples visible between the lines of sensible striped print. My favorite items were the black tie he would carefully fasten around my neck and the fedora he would position to one side, my red hair tucked neatly underneath. For my final adornment, he’d use the fine-tipped eyeliner and draw a “curly cue” mustache above my top lip while I sucked and lightly bit at his free fingers; then it was his turn.

While brushing eye-shadow on his eyelids, he’d tease and tickle the pink, clean-shaven lips between my legs through the material of my well-tailored trousers. He loved eyeliner and mascara, always in a smoky brown, and when the blush hit his cheeks, he grinned wide and squeezed my ass with excitement. He knew what was coming.

After the blush, its always time for lipstick.

To this day, I’ve never seen a woman wear blood-red lip liner and glossy lipstick as well as David. He would kiss my neck gently to blot the color a tad, and I’d wear the mark proudly for the rest of the day, much to the confusion of classmates.

He was a vision of feminine charm in thigh high nylons and heels. His long, muscular legs would mysteriously become sleek, while his motions were smooth and cat-like. I took my time sliding panties up his legs, and he received gifts of new lingerie often. My favorite pair were sewn from Asian pink silk and trimmed with delicate white lace. The feel of his cock getting hard behind the sheer fabric made me crazy. While on my knees, I’d lay my cheek against the growing bulge in his panties and help him into three inch stilettos.

There were so many versions of our little fantasy, but I remember every detail; oh, what I wouldn’t give to have a lover like that again, taking the game to new levels! Are you the one?

Ready to dress you,
Dana - 800-356-6169