Duchess Elsa

Just try not to have the image of his rough, nail hard hands reaching into your hair and pulling your head back, closing his open lips towards your’s… after all, you don’t want to send those kinds of signals, right?

“Gettin’ a little excited, aren’t we?”

You’ve come so far… will you keep going?

…and will you go through with it?

“Just be his woman, and let him be your man.  Just for the night.  And in the morning… well, we’ll see if it will be just for the night.”

Your cubicle mate said he went as James Bond, but suddenly he seems more interested in playing your groom….

“Besides, if I did that, what would I do if a visitor came by the house?  I’d have to get into all kinds of craziness to avoid them finding out… Oh, there’s the doorbell.  I have to go!”

You know who you want to be… who you are.  When you’re ready, the next step is there.

And soon… a girl outside.

The swelling is starting, isn’t it?

“I’m sorry, is this more than a game?  Should I call you ‘miss’?”

However it starts… you’ll start to wonder if you can take it farther.  And farther… and farther…

Every time you slip on the bra… she sees a bit more of the light.  You can’t stop her forever…

“It’s okay.  Take your time.  But you’ll be so much more at ease when I get out.”

“Oh, shush!  Just because you’re my husband doesn’t mean you’re not a woman right now…”

Of course they’re looking at you.  That’s what these boots were made for!