Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
Welcome back to another moment in time, where I walk you down a delicious historical path. Today I stepped out onto my balcony that faces a beautiful forest. The trees are starting to liven up; the Bluebells are sprouting in the field. The fragrance in the air and the warmth on my skin took me to a more…seductive place. Goosebumps covered my skin, and my nipples became hard. Beginning in the 1800’s they called it Spring Fever, a euphemism for getting turned on once the sun came out.
This was a time when everything became fertile. When the world warms up, people begin to look at each other differently. Less clothing also means our eyes get to wander and take in the exposed flesh before us. Which is something I particularly enjoy. I have to admit, I am a sucker for nice legs, toned backs, and hard dicks. Winter was especially brutal this year and I have a bad case of Spring Fever.
Spring Fever
Recently I have started to notice the older man and his son across the street. They just moved in last week, along with a mousy woman whom I assume is the lady of the house. I can already tell I am going to create a lot of secrets for the men in this family. Both of them are well within the age for me to play with. I feel almost overwhelmed with lust as I pictured the things I could do with the two men, as I watch them cleaning up the lawn, each one bringing about a different need. A different fantasy.
I can already picture sessions with the obvious high-school football player, teaching him how to lick my pussy properly. Then I would follow that up by deep-throating his father, and getting my ass spanked while calling him Daddy. I can feel my panties starting to get damp, my nipples aching to be sucked. I can understand why they labeled this feeling, this yearning, Spring Fever. My hand slowly slides down the front of my panties as I start to play with myself.
How should we end this story? Give me a call, I’d love to find out…
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466