Andrea welcomed me home like this: in this sexy red dress, barefoot, with a glass of red wine in her hand, smoldering lust in her eyes, and no sign of underwear.
“Would you like some wine, my sweetie?” she asked innocently.
“Yes, thank you,” I answered.
“Then this glass is for you,” she said, “Come and get it.”
She slowly, deliberately poured the warm ruby content of the glass onto her chest. It ran down, soaking her dress, forming a puddle between her thighs.
She lifted her dress, and I drank the sweetest nectar a woman could ever offer me.
– Deirdre
