CFNM, an Addiction

You show up for our date all decked out in your Saturday night finest – sleek black pants, a nice leather belt, a striped black and white shirt, dress socks and shoes, clean shaven, your hair newly trimmed and perfectly coiffed, and mmmm you smell great. Polo, my favorite fragrance on a man. You can see that I am impressed, and your hopes for a sexy nightcap after the party immediately rise. As does something else ~giggle

But while your outfit is stunning, it is not quite right for tonight’s festivities. It’s too … much. Take it off, every thread, including your shoes and socks. That’s right. Now let’s go, sweetie, I’ll heat up the car so you are not too cold.

CFNM – Clothed Female Nude Male. THAT’s the kind of party we are attending tonight. If you have not yet heard of this fetish, poor you, imagine what you’re missing and how much fun to be nude in a roomful of clothed women, having our way with you. Making you do whatever we want (yes a strap on cock may involved)! You are naked and vulnerable and totally at our mercy.

So, sweet stroker, what might we subject you to? There is only one way to find out, and you know how … hee hee! Warning, this gets addictive!

In other news, if you missed me today (Saturday) well poor you, boo hoo, I was out and about most of the day having fun while you were sitting at home panting for me. I do expect to be here most of tomorrow, Sunday, a day of atonement for some of you so be sure to call me to confess all your dirty sins. I will provide penance selectively.

Kisses, Melanie xo