beautflstranger:beautflstranger: they were at an art gallery.. she wandered further down one of th
beautflstranger: beautflstranger: they were at an art gallery.. she wandered further down one of the corridors, far away from the throng in the main reception area. he had been speaking with the artist, when he caught sight of her walking away she piqued his curiosity, once again. he followed at a distance behind her. and smiled as she slipped behind one of the concrete beams. what happened next totally took him off guard. she slipped one stocking clad leg from behind the barrier, and in her hand swinging in the night air was her whispy thong. he took two steps forward and heard her gasp. ’ slut ’ he spoke… ’ understand that waving that thong infront of my sight, is the equivalent of waving a cape infront of a bull ‘ ’ are you fully aware of how cold & gritty a concrete floor is?’ ~ beautflstranger 2012 -- source link