Real Stories - September/October 2007

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Initially I couldn’t believe I had the right address. A row of large, old, dilapidated houses? The whole area apparently ready for demolition? When the door opened, I saw newspapers and dust on the floor and up the stairs. I was inclined to turn heel and swiftly depart, but it was the appearance of the Dominatrix女支配者 — a dominant woman herself that changed my mind.

She was tall, actually taller than me in her high heels, with long, luxuriously shining dark hair. She had a beautiful face, with a fine bone structure, not the girl next-door type, but the face that could often look arrogant and disdainful, like some top fashion models. Her wide, expressive eyes could fool one into believing you’re the object of extreme affection one moment, but then chill your blood with sudden apprehension with a icy stare the next. She had the sort of beauty that gave out warning signals that she could scornfully spurn any unwanted male overture and I certainly wouldn’t have had the confidence to approach her had I seen her sitting alone. In addition, she also had a sensational body, with long lovely legs to match. Her bare shoulders were quite broad making her large firm breasts乳房 — a woman's chest appeared perfectly proportionate. Her waist was very slim and the tight latex乳胶 — shiny rubber used for tight clothes flowed on down to outline the sublime curvature of her hips and backside.