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My Email Seductress

“How do you like to imagine me?” I take a moment to ponder her question, hand hovering over the keyboard. I’m not sure what to write. How do I picture her? Reclining in my chair I close my eyes and allow her image to flood my mind; slender figure, pale skin, dazzling auburn hair that spills over her shoulders in fiery waves. I see a complete image, head to toe. Strange that, when the pictures she’s sent offer no more than mere glimpses. My cock stirs, I’m getting aroused. I always do when I think of her. The heat in my groin intensifies rapidly making me smile. I like it when that happens. I force my mind to sharpen her image bringing her to life beside me. How I wish it were so. “Come on shy-boy, talk to me. Do I still turn you on?” Alert again I snort with amusement as I read her message. Turn me on? Just a bit! I give my cock a firm stroke. It’s almost fully erect. Whenever she emails my dick’s reaction forces me to find somewhere quiet, undo my trousers and give in to my lust. I can’t help myself. She’s my email seductress, my dirty little secret and I’m addicted to her. “Baby, why so quiet? Tell me what you see when you think of me.” I draw a breath. “I see your beauty,” I type. No, wait, I can’t put that. She wants something real not fluffy complements. My darling slut doesn’t respond to niceties, she likes details, truths. I bite my lip, composing a new reply. “My dear I confess, when I think of you I see you from the feet up.” Oh God that sounds weird, I can’t put ...

... that either. Delete! I watch the words melting away disappearing into the ether. Maybe I should have left them? I’ve told her about my fetish, she knows I like to picture her wearing leather ankle boots. Soft black leather with kitten heel, eyelets and laces, old fashioned, beautiful. I smile as the image swims before me clear as day. Petite booted feet with the laces tied tightly then wrapped around the ankles, binding them. My cock twitches forcing me to give it another stroke. I ease back my foreskin as a tiny drop of pre-cum oozes from the tip. “Oh yes…” I need to keep going, I want more of her. Letting my imagination fly I draw my eyes away from her feet to her shapely legs, picturing them enveloped in gossamer-thin black stockings. The shiny nylon shimmers as she moves whilst the lacy tops cling to her thighs. They’re held in place by suspenders which hug her curvaceous hips. The delicate suspender belt is black with tiny pink bows, a girly touch befitting a woman blessed with both sexiness and sensitivity. Black lacy knickers nestle beneath the belt. Dangerously skimpy they conceal her sex sufficiently to keep me guessing about the treasures within. I exhale deeply, memories making my cock throb against my sweating palm; I’ve seen her dressed that way, a selfie of her thighs and ass decked out in that exact attire. I adore that photo and keep it hidden in a file marked ‘stuff’, password protected of course. “I’ll reward you…” Oh will she? That’s done it! I’m fully pumped, ...