Anne knows exactly what she wants for her 29th Birthday. She's been thinking about it a lot. I was surprised that she didn't want the usual lingerie or perfume; she didn't have any jewellery in mind.
"No. What I'd like," she sat me down, "are low lights, candles and for you to be pleasured like a woman. That would really turn me on, Carl. It would be such a memorable gift."
To say I was shocked is an understatement. I nearly spilt my tea. I sat quiet for a while.
"Well," she roused, "what do you say? You did ask what I'd like. It'd be a one-off. I'd wear your favourite Black PVC Body -- the one with high-cut legs and a three-way zip. The one with a zip from halter neck to the small of my back..."
I smiled. "Anne, I know the one. I do." I thought about her full bum and long smooth silky legs against the stretched, shiny crisp plastic. "Would you ask him to shave? You know we like it clean. That way, there's no drag on the sensuous fabrics and our smooth skin."