Apr 11
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If your door bell rang, and you opened it and found me on the doorstep, what would you say and do?
Knock knock
Well I hope you would at least invite me in for a cuppa.
Love Danica xxx
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i would welcome you in then ask if you could use your leather gloves on my dick
First i would be astonish’t Just, What the hell is a gorgeous Women doing here!? 0_0
But the i would open the door anyway, cause thats how i am, Kind and nice, (Yes i know how to threat the lady’s of this kind)
Look through the spy hole..get a full blown hard on and then open the door to give you a big surprise.. 😉
Great, Charles!! This is the way these net pages must be used: Telling intelligent things. It’s not that important if message is long or short, but saying good ideas with a sensible THINKING and at first, truly USING LANGUAGE. Though English is not my language, I can taste so tasty good use of it. I must congratulate you for your text and Danica for the Great Lovely Woman whom is the inspirational Muse. I enjoyed the fine story you had write in a great manner. Everyone should agree with such intelligent things to tell, instead of ‘Ha ha ha!’ Go on, Charlie! (I write from Mexico).
YOU ARE THE MUSE, ADORABLE DANICA.
great story Charles, nearly missed it in the comments here
Dear Charles, Thankyou so very much for your naughty but lovely story. I very much enjoyed reading it, it made me smile, thankyou. (and it had a happy ending lol) Love Danica xxx
Yesterday it was raining, so I decided this would be the perfect time to answer this question.
If I could put a photograph to this story, it would have to be the “night at the opera” photo, as it seems fiting, and in my opinion, is the best picure of the whole lot.
It was 2:30pm. when Charles heard the click of high heels nearing the door of he apartment, followed by the ring of his doorbell. He was expecting her, and although he offered to pick her up at the airport, she declined. He didnt think much of it, as he assumed it was just part of her independance and her unique style that forced her to kindly refuse the offer. He opened the door and smiled from ear to ear,giving her a quick once over two or three times. Danica, please, please come in. He took her coat and hung it up inside the closet.
Danica sat across from Charles, as they made conversation about the flight, and what she thought about what she has seen in the U.S. so far. Charles tried to keep the conversation rolling without any interruption as Danica sat there bouncing her high heel shoe off of her heel, and making swirling motions with her foot. He re positioned himself in a way as to keep her from seeing his hard on, though she knew before he did what was happening. Here she was… Danica, here, in the U.S. In someone else’s home, had gained control,and set the tone from the second she hit the door. Charles was not shy by no means, but he respected Danica, and wanted to remain a gentleman. He had always been good with the ladies, and it was very hard for a woman to get one over on him in the way of seduction. He knew thier games and their precalculated moves, but with Danica, it was a whole different ball game. For every action, or word spoken, she had a reaction that couldn’t have been predicted, and it wasn’t until that moment that he realized at just what caliber of a woman he was dealing with. Her witt and her charm had been mastered years ago. He found himself rather frustrated that she managed to stay one up on him at all times.
Jet lag had set in, and he could clearly see that she was tired. He suggested she lay down and she quickly agreed. She strethed out accross the couch, and Charles sat on the other end with her feet in his lap, and began to massage her.He reached for her left foot, and positioned the right one, so that her heel was resting on his hard cock. She began to run her nylon foot over the length of his erection, through his jeans. It was finally happening he thought. Danica was here, and so far, it had looked as though his every fantasy, and desire was about to be fullfulled. Charles’s could now feel his heart beating at the same speed of his pulsating cock. He slowly unzipped his pants to expose his massive manhood to her. Danica let out a moan, as she gripped his cock between her sexy nyloned feet. her perfectly manicured painted toe nails, his cock looked like a mighty oak on her beautiful size 6 1/2 pantyhosed feet, the sparkle of her white gold ankle bracelet he had saw so many times in her photographs, and he knew if he didn’t interrupt her fast, he would bust his load all over her.
Charles ran his hand up Danica’s skirt to find her pantyhose covered pussy. He thrust his head between her legs, feeling the her nylon thighs on his face. She used one of her long painted fingernails to rip a hole in the crotch and invited him in. He flicked his tounge over her lightly, adding more pressure as he went, then sliding his finger in. He found the rough pad behind her clit and lightly tapped it, adding more and more pressure and speed, sliding his fingers in and out of her until finally she sprayed him with all her excitement. It exausted her, but she knew they had to finish what they had started.
Charles picked her up and layed her on the kitchen table, he stood 6’1 and with the hight of the table, her pussy met up perfectly with his hard cock. She wrapped her pantyhosed legs around him as their bodies slapped against each other until they both locked up in a cum blasting moment that seemed to have lasted forever. Charles smiled down at her and wiped the sweat off of his body with a towel nearby, then offered his hand to help her up from the table. He layed a few towels out near the bathtub and ran a hot bubble bath for her, then called in an order so they could eat, before grabbing a shower upstairs.
An hour later they found themselves laying on the bed, eating take out,laughing, and talking about their lives. Danica looked so comfortable laying there telling stories, as Charles just listened to some of the hilarious stories she had to tell, and getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes as they flared with emotion as she spoke. For a moment Charles hadn’t heard anything she had said, and put his finger on her lips and making a shhhhh sound. He placed his large hand just under her ear, and pulled her in for a kiss. Danica moaned, as her lips parted and layed upon his. It was the beginning of round two, only this time it would take much longer, for this time he would sing her a love song, and the words were written in his body language, and she understood every word, before collapsing along side each other in the spoon position with his arms wrapped around her. She was as safe as a child in her mother’s arms with this man. She could feel the power and protection that he offered, as she let out one last breath and went to sleep.
The alarm clock rang out at 5am, and Danica had to catch a plane back home. Charles leaped from the bed, and put on a pot of coffee, the events of the night before flooded he mind. He knew she had to eat something before she left, but knowing that Danica, like him, ate more on the healthy side, he grabbed a whole grain beagel, and sat the cream cheese to the side of her morning coffee. She looked so beautiful sitting at the table in her night pants and shirt, her legs crossed, and fighting with a strand of hair that kept falling to the side of her face.
He stood in the door way as she prepared for the day ahead. She cared for herself as if every day was the most important day in her life, going through pampering rituals that would make the most feminine woman take notes. Charles smiled, as he was glad that he had taken the day off today, because there was no way he could have ever made it to work on time.
Well… I suppose we had better get going, said Danica. Charles nodded his head, and played with the car keys inside his pants pocket. He opened the closet and reached for her coat, holding it open for her while she slid both arms inside. Shall we? Danica said in a soft voice. He locked the door behind them.
It was a 25 min drive from his quiet little neighborhood, to the airport, and much of the drive was made in silence. Danica was taking in the sights of her new surroundings, while Charles sat quietly, not sure of what to say next. He didn’t want to talk about her going home, and it was killing him. He remembered a clip from the movie “L.A. Story” “All I know is, when your plane was to leave, and I had the power. I would turn the winds around, I would roll in the fog, I would bring in storms, I would change the polarity of the earth so compasses couldn’t work, so your plane couldn’t take off.”
When they arrived at the airport, Charles helped her out of the vehicle, and grabbed her luggage from the back. They proceeded to the entrance of the airport without a sound. Once to the check in desk, Danica handed the woman her passport while she waited for her return tickets to be processed. Charles stood just far enough behind her, looking at her in almost a dazed like state, so that she wouldn’t notice. He knew he was acting strangely, as no woman had ever put this type of spell on him before. His insides were contridicting his tough exterior. Danica took the tickets, and handed over her belongings, as they made their way to her departure gate.
They arrived at the gate, and it was as far as Charles was allowed to go without a boarding pass. She turned to him to thank him for the lovely time she had experienced. Charles grinned, removing his eyes from hers, and fixing his gaze on the ground, then back to her. Your welcome Danica, and thank you as well. I had fun, said Charles. Women’s intuition told Danica everything Charles wasn’t saying, but still she wanted to confirm.Charles… is there something you want to say to me? No, no, Charles replied. You just be careful going home. She wasn’t buying it, and he knew it, but the hard swallow, and the look in his eye, told her everything he hadn’t said.
Flight 2131 is now boarding, came over the loud speaker. Danica kissed him on the cheek and quickly spun around and headed for the boarding gate. Charles watched as she passed through customs, and out of site. He loved to watch her walk. She was sure footed, and moved with the grace of a cat hunting it’s prey. It was the last minute mental photograph that he would remember forever.
miss, miss, MISS… I’m sorry? Danica replied. Would you like something from the bar? She liked the idea of something to calm her nerves. I’ll have a glass of wine please. Her gaze returned outside the window of the plane. Danica sipped on the wine, as she tried to make sense of the emotions she was feeling, and the wine had allowed her to do just that. She replayed every detail in her mind of the night before, the way he made her feel. Is this really happening to me she thought? no, NO! this is crazy!!! He’s just a fan who was given a chance to meet me. She was use to getting attention, and being told she was beautiful, she had been the desire of many for years. Why should this time be any different? Danica flagged the stewardess down for another glass of wine, as she pulled herself together. Her reasoning was beginning to override her emotions as she regained her composure.
Charles unlocked the door to his apartment, halfway paying attention to anything, but glad to be back home. The overwelming feelings that he had experienced in such a short time that morning had left him exausted. He fell atop the unmade bed where Danica and he had spent the night before. He reached for the pillow where she had layed her head. The smell of her perfume still lingered there,along with a strand of raven black hair. He smiled as he pulled it in closer to him, but the scent of her combined with the thought that he would never see her again put butterflies in his stomach. He loved her, and she was gone forever.
Ahem! when you get a chance, I’ll have another glass of wine please. The alcohol had put a warming sensation all over her body, quieting the tormenting thoughts that had rushed her brain just an hour ago. But as much as she enjoyed it, the wine couldn’t compete with the warmth that she felt in her heart as she remembered being held in the strong arms of this man. Talking, laughing, fucking, and as much as she tried to aviod the thought, making love… And it was Charles, from the United States, who had placed those feelings there.
Day turned into night, as the plane passed through the time zones. Soon she would be back in familiar territory, and life would go on like it had before she met Charles, or would it? He had brought back emotions in her that she had fought back for years, and she was almost angry at him for doing so. But she was comfortable with him. Finally!, she could be herself. No expectations, no demands, just herself. To him, she was just as beautiful in long pajamas, as she was in makeup, heels and hose, and she loved that. He was attentive, not the ass kissing kind, but he payed attention. Her opinions mattered, he was surperior in physical size and strength, but he treated her as equal in every other way. He was 5 years younger than her, but still well within acceptable range.
Danica starred into the night from her window seat, lost in thought. What if he told her? would it have mattered? She found herself frustrated, wishing he would have said what he was feeling, and wondering what he was doing at this very moment.
The plane had landed, and Danica was on her way to catch her last connecting flight. She reached inside her purse and pulled out her passport that held her remaining ticket. Congatulations, the officer at the desk replied. Your almost home. Yeah, I guess so, said Danica. NO! no, no, I’m not, I’m not. I LOVE HIM! Danica said. Surprised of her own excitement. Her mind was made up, she was returning to the United States. As she removed the remaining ticket within her passport, she saw the corner of a piece of paper that had been tucked inside. She pulled out the paper and unfolded it, and on it read…. I LOVE YOU TOO.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. Charles…….
Lets just say..We’ll finish just in time for the start of the Olympics 😉
I’d say: «Well well, loveliest Lady, I think you have time to get off your clothes and let me do a Sculpture of You as an eternal sign of love. Come in Wonderfull Day-dream, and please don’t awake me while I create your image for brass…!»
you’re always welcome at my house for a glass of water lol
Well its nice to know i would be made welcome xxx
First i rub my eyes because it’s incredible: my Mistress, in my mind every day, from England here in Italy in frnt of my door. Then I bow down and ask you to enter in my house as you be in your. Then I invite you to sit in a soft armchair and i ask if you want drink something. Then I undress myself and I beg you to dominate me; you can remain dressed or wearing only stockings and heels.
… I’d take you out to dinner.
Well, I certainly wouldn’t invite you in…
It would be a dream come true. I hope you do not get mad if you invited me to stay in or completely absent, but would be a shock … favorable, very favorable, but a shock, a huge surprise. Extremely pleasant and desirable.
Would be the necessary step to know you, to realize where so many situations imagined in my fantasies.
But I do not think it was realistic educated or really just want to make them show up at my door. Although not serious because I wanted and because I would love to be so. Try to be as polite and show my hospitality and good manners, but I’m sure I would die of desire to clasp her in my arms, planting kisses all your geography, and a thousand other things … make my fantasies thousand and once dreamed.
Now, every time you hear the doorbell, wait-desired-asniaré that you … although it is vain desire and longing.
Wrap you up in a nice, warm hug.
I’d greet you with a “Hello, Ma’am” & then ask that you, “Please enter.” I’d then offer to take your overcoat & ask you, “Would you like a refreshment?”
Then, I’d quite honestly do my best to exude confidence & maintain my composure, as I’d find it rather difficult to dampen my submissive nature around such a dangerously beautiful woman like yourself, Danica Collins.
p.s. I hope that you had a fantastic weekend & do enjoy an eventful week, good day.
-daniel
Of course I would invite you in, dear Danica. Then hug and kiss you warmly and long… because I know that I am just dreaming about you. And my dreams end too soon!
In real life. If you would stand on my doorstep, then I probably would have a heart attack. You, dear Danica, have propably ever been in Finland and more unlikely in my hometown Pori. So finding you on my doorstep… That is too much even to think about! I wish you would be on my doorstep some day but I doubt about that very strongly! Prove me that I am wrong!!!!
Hold out my arms. Yell out “Danica!!” Give you a big big hug. Then give you a slow, wet, passionate kiss. The rest of the day, night and morning after would be a dream come true. Your totally awesome!!
ask you to be my wife 🙂 love you Danica ♥
Invite you in. Have a good chat. Something to drink and eat. And than have a good night of sweet love making