When Kinky London Escort Tulsi Tamora invites you to take a look behind the curtain, you do as you’re told. Join us in falling further for curvy goddess Tulsi, as she pens this short erotica that we know will leave you quivering.
You don’t know quite what it is that draws you in at first. Is it the soft curves, that proclaim all woman? Is it the trace of bust that peeks out over the tight dress? Or the curve of hip cradled by the thong? Whatever it is, you want it. You can’t stop thinking about tracing your fingers over each soft, voluptuous curve; of being enveloped by the goddess; of completely giving in to her feminine control …
When we meet, I’m wearing my favourite little black dress. It’s certainly little – it hugs every inch of me, making my breasts pop out even more than usual. A simple gold necklace draws attention to my ample cleavage, which has you stirring already. As your eyes travel down my hourglass figure, you take in my rounded hips, my pert calves, and my dainty feet. I smile at you, and you warm instantly.
Dinner at Kol passes quickly, much more quickly than you were expecting. We have a deliciously private table, where no one, not even the waiter can see me occasionally rub my delicate feet up and down your inseam under the table. You relish in pouring my drinks, opening doors for me, and treating me like a queen. You’ve been craving submission to a curvy mistress in London and this is finally your chance. When we’re ready, we leave for a short walk in the warm summer night that takes us straight to my place.
Your heart is beating, and I can feel it. So, I take control. I instruct you to open my door and get ready. You undress slowly under my gaze, and kneel, trembling, at my feet. I’m still fully clothed, but from this angle you can get more glimpses of my tight dress stretching over my hips and strong thighs. Sensing your gaze, I smile, and spread my legs just a little further. Your heart quickens as you catch a glimmer of lace in between my legs, cushioned perfectly. I close my legs just as smoothly and lean over to pick up the cuff and keys, laid out on the table.
Just as I do so, my cleavage brushes against you and you let out an involuntary moan. You get excited, thinking you’ll get your way now, but you’ve asked me to be in charge. So I lean further over and lock your hands behind your back. You’re at the whim of your curvy goddess now, and I pull you forward so you’re closer and closer to that lace. You whimper as you can feel me slip off my nylons and trace them against you. You start to breathe heavily as you feel me pull you closer, strength gentle yet commanding. You can feel my heat.
You’re enveloped in between my legs. You’re mine. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. And if you’re good, you might just get a reward …