Emma took over again. Staring deep into Sammi's eyes, she said softly as she dropped her gaze "Your breasts first. To Sammi, for some reason it reeked of sex; far more so than when the photographers might call out phrases such as, "shove your tits out Sam or, pinch your nipples. Hearing "your breasts" ooze out between the full, deep red lips and the white, even teeth, seemed as stimulating to Sammi as when a man says, "darling I desire you so much, let me fuck you! Sammi was wearing a fairly tight top so they were accentuated a bit. She had never had a woman talk to her like this, never had a woman of Emma's age, sophistication and beauty come on to her like this if, indeed, that was what Emma was doing.
When she saw him, her bravado quickly diminished. She stood up straight, dropping her arms to her sides. As he strode toward her, she fiddled with the hem of her jacket. All she saw was the uniform and his dark eyes completely trained on her. She felt a delicious violation, as if he undressed her with just a look. Vasquez, we meet again. Now everything was sunshine and daisies.
A Review of Contemporary Media, , "What in Gods name does one call this sensibility if it be not love? This extraordinary heightening of all one's impressions; this intensification of sensitiveness; this complete identification of feeling? I was Manuela, as she is Manuela, and everything that has happened to her has in essence, and other circumstances, happened to me.
Friends would say it was just a phase but here I am at twenty years old, still loving it. There are preferences of course but just about any uniform on a guy will drive me wild. I've always been a bit adventurous, finding new ways to spice up my sex life.