The Sinful Confessions of Ms. Taffy von Bosom
April 27th 2006 11:48
(extracts from her personal diary)
So we went back to Lia's and snuggled up on her couch, which is about the time I had a sudden inkling that perhaps Mr. X was a closet foot fetishist, what with delicately removing my shoes and all. He handles strappy stilettos with great skill. Perhaps he wears them in his spare time. He drinks jasmine tea: anything is possible.
[Mr. X resents this suggestion. He is simply a very skillful and experienced lover.]
Well it seemed innocent enough. I was otherwise occupied by Lia's ample chest in that lovely low-cut top so to be honest I really didn't pay much attention to his fingers creeping higher and over my thighs...
… I think this was the point where her koran-toting middle eastern aeronautical engineer-student flatmate walked in..
{Lia: No slurs are intended! He is a lovely person, really.}
.. which was awkward, and I had to pull my skirt down from its resting place somewhere around my chest.
He didn't want to join our prayer group. A shame, because Mr. X was giving SUCH a good lesson on sin.
But he looked scared and backed slowly out of the room, and Lia went to find her trusty camera. Which, again, seemed like a totally normal idea. Yes, I was sitting in Mr. X's lap and we were touching. He went to kiss me and I turned my face away slightly, and that IS what happened. Not that it wasn't all fiery and passionate, but no. No kissing. Not yet, anyhow.
We didn't kiss until I’d asked Lia, actually. Which sounds odd. Much of this night was odd, including the fact that we wound up back at his apartment becoming better acquainted with some nice black satin sheets…
So we went back to Lia's and snuggled up on her couch, which is about the time I had a sudden inkling that perhaps Mr. X was a closet foot fetishist, what with delicately removing my shoes and all. He handles strappy stilettos with great skill. Perhaps he wears them in his spare time. He drinks jasmine tea: anything is possible.
[Mr. X resents this suggestion. He is simply a very skillful and experienced lover.]
Well it seemed innocent enough. I was otherwise occupied by Lia's ample chest in that lovely low-cut top so to be honest I really didn't pay much attention to his fingers creeping higher and over my thighs...
… I think this was the point where her koran-toting middle eastern aeronautical engineer-student flatmate walked in..
{Lia: No slurs are intended! He is a lovely person, really.}
.. which was awkward, and I had to pull my skirt down from its resting place somewhere around my chest.
He didn't want to join our prayer group. A shame, because Mr. X was giving SUCH a good lesson on sin.
But he looked scared and backed slowly out of the room, and Lia went to find her trusty camera. Which, again, seemed like a totally normal idea. Yes, I was sitting in Mr. X's lap and we were touching. He went to kiss me and I turned my face away slightly, and that IS what happened. Not that it wasn't all fiery and passionate, but no. No kissing. Not yet, anyhow.
We didn't kiss until I’d asked Lia, actually. Which sounds odd. Much of this night was odd, including the fact that we wound up back at his apartment becoming better acquainted with some nice black satin sheets…
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Comment by Lia
Comment by Cibbuano
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Taffy, keep those skirts down! Some of us are trying to read!
Comment by Matt
And who owns black saturn sheets anyway? By the sounds of it Mr. X was prepared for this night... i dont know of any reason to have black saturn sheets on your bed other than tempting an ex and her girlfriend... hmm...
Look foward to reading more!
Matt
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Comment by amy
I'm a bit confused though - did you write this or Taffy von Bosom? (awesome name btw - something out of a soft core English aristocratic novel... and in some retro time frame where sex wasn't illegal... Actually maybe you'd have to relocate it to France)
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Comment by Lia
i.e. I asked to her to write down for me what she remembered and then made it look pretty.
Matt- you total sweetie, that's got to be one of the nicest compliments I've ever received! Closely followed by Cibby's comment on my 'liberal, slutty feminist vibe, deliciously entertaining to read'.
Seriously, you guys are my inspiration to go out, lead a raunchy life of sexual experimentation, and come back to write about it.
And I have to take full responsibility for the black satin sheets. They were a birthday present. (But Mr. X was the one who liked them and actually kept them on his bed!)
(I like them too!)