So this story is a little different that what you might be used to reading here. Most stories involve characters and they do not recognize you, the reader, but this isn't one of those stories. I am not a character writing this, I am a person. You are not some anonymous voyeur hidden in the shadows peeping on a story as it unfolds, you are the intended recipient of these words.
Right up front I want to be honest with you, some portion of what you read in these stories will be fictionalized. Maybe it is 10%, maybe it is 90%, maybe it is more and maybe it is less. Ultimately I am the only single person that will ever know the truth of what is reality and what is fantasy. You will just be left to wonder how far I would go and if I would/did actually perform as I describe.
Now, with that out of the way let me offer you a small description. Right now I am sitting on my couch in my living room with my laptop. I was wearing a sexy lacy light pink bimbo bra with matching panties but that was hours ago and it has been really hot so I took the bra off. Now it lays in the middle of my living room floor where I threw it earlier and I sit here in just my tight pink panties.
I have been wanting to post something for a while now, but right now the only story I have to work on is the $10,000,000 webslut series and it isn't really speaking to me. I know where I want it to go, but it is too slow for my urges right now and will be for at least a few more chapters. I've thought about some other series I want to start but none of them are scratching the itch for me right now either.