Men seem to love submissive women, especially MILFS… but one that loves creampies? Could it get any better than that?! I love being someone’s bottom bitch, letting them stuff me with their cocks and have their way with me. The idea of adultery turns me on so much, my panties are wet just thinking about it.. I love to lay in my bed and just picture what it would be like. I love to get creative with the scenes that I imagine when I masturbate. Would you like to hear one of them? I’ll bet you would. I’ll bet you think it’s sexy as hell to hear a woman talk about her naughty fantasies. I’ll tell you then, just imagine it with me.

My vacation home in the mountains in winter. It’s snowing outside and the wind is gusting just hard enough to blow the back door open a crack. That old rusted doorknob… It never did latch all the way.. I should have replaced it ages ago but never got around to it. The house is dark and quiet, looking empty through the windows.

You and your pretty wife are hiking, seeming to be looking for something. After passing several very busy, although spaced out estates on your way over the hill where my sizable mansion lays, a perfect picture surrounded by lush trees and woods. You venture onto my property, taking in the sights and walking around back where you spot the door, ajar, practically calling your name. The two of you nod at one another and push the door open, entering my home and setting your packs onto the ground. You and your wife kiss each other and then split off in two different directions to make certain that the house is clear before you proceed to squat there for the night and take advantage of its many amenities, comforts, and foods.

Your wife heads off to the kitchen, mentioning something about trying to find ingredients to throw a dinner for the two of you together after she checks the bottom floor. You head up the stairs, ready to check out the top floor for beds and inhabitants. I am unaware of the two of you intruding in my home and am feeling serene and comfortable in the bathroom. Steam has fogged up the mirror of the bathroom as the hot water cascades over my body. My eyes are closed as I rinse the shampoo out of my long blonde hair.

You hear water running and move through my bedroom, not noticing the tiny g-string and the t-shirt in a pile on the floor by my bed. You push open the bathroom door, seeing the steam, hearing the shower and my voice echoing around the room as I hum to myself, lathering my body. A mood unfamiliar to you runs through your body, bringing blood to your cock and your head. You grit your teeth and reach for the shower door, knowing that you will have me whether I want to be taken or not. You reach for the shower curtain, yanking it back to reveal my wet, soapy form and my eyes wide in shock and fear.

The next move is up to you! Please call me and tell me what you’re going to do!

XOXO,

Barb

888 – 430 – 2010