Stripchat Beverlyx - They make out and get hot and steamy.

W/we sit down for a glass of wine and talk about life, work,respect, blah blah blah. Then, the next morning I wake up and suddenly the mail has gone. Gone. For the next two days, my notification window has gone. The house is still as it is, a ghost town. Only the smell of horses and hogs remind me of the old days. A note was included with the package. I look through it for the note, but it's there. And in it is what I imagine those two days must have felt like. It was from Brittany. Brittany wrote: My dear Stripchat Beverlyx, I...I felt like a dog today, strutting around the house as I dreamed of shining heels on myself. My white briefs keep getting wet between my legs as I write this note to you. I imagine our many conversations over the phone and in the chat room today. I had to pee more to get it to the mail, and the wine hasn't waned. My white briefs still cling to the top of my legs as I stare at my white briefs in front of me. And today, they cling to me like glue.

I can feel the moisture that is forming on them. How they stick together, how they stick with each step. I look down at my swollen white buttocks. I know I must look like a dog. Aching to be touched, spanked, patched up. That's the only word for it. But this week, that's all I'm good for. I can't be good for much longer. I grab the hamper with my hands going back and forth, tearing at the wrapper. I feel almost like I've fallen off a chair. My nostrils are as dry as a second lieutenant. And when I stop, my breasts find their way onto the table along with the note that I've torn from my wrapper. My butt is now standing up straight, smelling of jasmine, so I keep that in mind when I'm on the way to the car. I bring the hamper up over my head. I look at it.

It hasn't even wrapped around my feet. And my ass is still a mess. My dress is already in the hamper. All that's left is the box it came in. I kick it to my feet to clean them up. I walk to the window. It's pitch dark. I look out of it. The streetlights are off. The sky is clear. There is nothing in the alley beyond the porch. And there is nothing inside the hamper. My eyes close. I stop. Waiting. It's too much weight on my shoulders..