Friday 24 July 2020

Waiting (4-2)

"Up to me? Well..." he said and began typing.
Monica had dressed herself in her sexy lingerie. Preparing herself for her husband to come home after months of working abroad setting up a new company. She has been waiting for months just to have sex with her husband.
In an instant you found yourself standing in a bedroom, wearing only a skimpy lingerie. 
"Oooh... very nice! A nice romantic story for me? You're really the best!" you said to the writer.
You checked yourself in the mirror, and even you admiring the beauty of yourself.
"Do you really designer her, I mean me, this body yourself?" you asked
"Of course, she's gorgeous isn't she?"
"She's a Goddess." you said still admiring your beauty and the curves of your body.
"You're a Goddess.."

Inspecting every curve, and running your hand all around your body, you start getting turned on by the sight of yourself. So you jumped on the bed and began rubbing your clit.
"Maybe I'll get it nice and wet down there before 'my husband' show up, don't you think?" you said to your writer. But unfortunately your writer has different idea in mind. He added the 'Mind Change' tag to your post, and as soon as he did that your whole memory of your previous life were wiped and filled with artficial memory of  Monica's life.
"No! Don't do that! I like being Monica but not like this!" you screamed as you can feel hat your memory is gradually being replaced with the memory of Monica's life. And as the process went on, you felt yourself getting more and more sleepy by the second before finally passing out on the bed. Then the writer continued his writing to put an end on Monica's story.
Monica felt so horny that she can't help to touch herself and pleasuring herself. But it was already so late and she just fell asleep on her bed while waiting for her husband. Monica sure will be surprised when she will be awaken by her husband with his dick up in her tight ass.

1 comment:

  1. Do not worry I sincerely love it to be surprised by my husband in this way. - Tom -

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