Two best friends

She was tall, at least six feet. She was dressed in black, in a
perfect coachman’s uniform. She wore tight pants fit into calf-high
boots, shiny and well-polished. Her vest, cut to give her a tight
V-figure, was closed with a double row of bright silver buttons.
Those, and her white cravat, were the only thing which were not black,
black to the point of absorbing the light around her. Her hands and
fingers were long and delicate as she casually tapped the palm of one
hand with a riding crop. Her features were strong, aristocratic, not
feminine except in their beauty. Her close-cropped hair was nearly
completely concealed by a coachman’s top hat. But her eyes drew you
most of all. Large, intense, as dark as her clothing, they held to the
promise of lust, passion, power and even cruelty

The band struck up a waltz on a slightly off note, shocking you back to
reality. You dimly were aware of your partner taking your hand and
leading you onto the dance floor, and the movement gradually brought
you to earth. Occasionally as the dance progressed, you would glimpse
her dancing with women (and always leading). But after every dance,
she was someplace else, asking someone else to dance; you could never
seem to get near to her. Finally, the impression of her first
appearance faded, and the evening continued.
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The feeling in my pussy was building to extasy and spreading through
my body. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was slowly bucking
my hips against my hand, and I increased the motion. I spread my pubic
lips apart and made little circles around my aroused clitoris with my
middle finger.

My skin burned, and I was sweating. I knew that something big was going
to happen soon and I yearned for it. The extasy burned at the center
of my being. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and arched my back,
thrusting my breasts at the image of myself in the mirror. With what
seemed like an endless sudder of intense pleasure beyond what I’d ever
dreamed possible, I had my first orgasm, and came.

I sank into a wet heap, relishing what I’d just experienced. My fingers
were slick with my come, and I sucked each of them clean. I loved the
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