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Let’s be honest, let’s just be honest. You are trying to revive something that is already dead. She was thinking to herself while she was watching her face in the mirror preparing it to do her makeup. On the other side of the room, you could see a bed lined with expensive lingerie she bought just for this occasion. Nice black corset that perfectly fit her waistline and made her boobs even perkier, sexy pair of lace panties which would make access to a certain body part easier and a pair of garters and stockings. Next to the corset you could see the well-arranged accessory: a silver choker necklace with a pair of tassels attached to it and a nice pair of satin gloves which were going up to her elbows. She was going through her makeup bag. Well Joanna, let’s do just something classical, like a black liner and red lip, I mean red lips were always his thing, that night you met you had that ruby rose Max Factor on. She was trying to convince herself that she is on the right track, that this will work for him, because for the past six months or so things were not actually going well between them. He was stressed at work and not paying attention to her and pretty much torn between his family and business life. She knew that for him she was just something on the side and that he would never leave his wife for her. In essence, that was not what she wanted, she didn’t care having him for herself all the time, she just wanted his full attention when they were together and that was what she was missing. That night when she wore the Max Factor, there was something magnetic about him. In time, it turned out that he was the kind of man who knows how to give a woman his full attention and she was enjoying it. There were times when things were perfect. You know, like using a lunch break at work for a quickie in his car. Now, most of the magic was gone and she was quite depressed because of the whole thing. He was not happy with himself and he was taking her down with him. So, she was rus escort thinking that this could be the way to return things to the beginning and make it the way they were. All those thoughts going through her head, questioning her decisions and moves. Damn, I fucked up my liner. No, I am too nervous for this shit. He is not even going to notice everything on me. Why the hell am I doing this? She took a deep breath and looked herself in the mirror. No, fuck it, you are going to give it a try, you know, just to be OK with yourself, you will know that you tried everything and if it doesn’t work, just end the whole fucking thing and move on. She slowly finished her makeup, went to the bed, put on everything she prepared and sprayed her perfume on. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Damn, she was hot! She looked like this surrealistic creature that could turn from the domino lady to a sexy little slave in a few seconds. She could be everything he wanted. She adjusted her garters, put on her coat and called a cab. After a short while, she found herself in front of the building. He lived on the last floor of the old prewar building which had one of those old Schindler elevators that had metal bars instead of walls. She was rarely going there, but this week wife and the kids were skiing somewhere in the Alps. She stood there thinking to herself: How the fuck does this thing still work, it has to be at least 500 years old or something. She hated that elevator, it always made her feel as she was in prison and the screeching of the whole construction when it moved was always terrifying thing to her. As she was reaching to push the button and call the elevator, a strong masculine hand intercepted her hand and pushed it. She shivered with surprise and threw a glance to her left. There was this blond guy who said: “Let me do it.” She just smiled and thanked him without even looking at him properly. Her mind yenimahalle escort was drifting. He was pretty out of it that day. Although he was in love with his job, this day was really rough. He was paid to look at gorgeous women through the lens of his camera and enjoy their company all day long, but still, there were moments when everything was just too much. He had to put up with no less than five spoiled models on the photo shoot. Every each one of them wanting something completely different than agreed and not cooperating. The whole day was just a frigging mess. He got home, parked his beloved Bianchi bike in the store room and he headed for the elevator. Just a standard everyday route for him. Walking to the elevator he noticed her and immediately forgot what he was thinking about when he saw this creature. Brown curls, a beige coat with a thick belt, long enough to cover her buttocks and maybe a bit more. He could see the garter belts, the stocking ending in a gorgeous lace top and the heels. Those legs were simply calling to him to be touched, kissed and caressed. But then reality kicked in. Yeah, I know her; she is hooking up with the building’s owner. She would probably not be interested in a guy like me. So, forget it and just enjoy the view. As he was walking up to the elevator, he could see she was almost wrapped up and prepared as a gift. Fuck, a lucky bastard! His eyes locked on her face. She made the effort, everything is there to bring out those eyes and lips and make them more desirable. I bet those look just as stunning without any. He could also feel that she was not completely “there”, her mind racing elsewhere. He noticed her reaching for the button, but he reached for it first and pressed it. He caught a glance of the smile as they were waiting for it to descend. The inner door opened, he moved the outer railing and let her in, still amazed and pretty much enjoying the view with a grin on his face. Man, stop grinning, what the hell is wrong with you?! He was fighting a feeling he had never felt before. Due to the nature of the elevator, being pretty small, he got pretty up-close and personal with her. Standing there her whole body was exposed to him like a statue in a museum. He had a prime view of her cleavage and the soft skin, and he could feel the scent of her perfume. Damn man, you are drooling. Behave! *** She entered the elevator, still being distracted. Should I just wait for him on the sofa in the living room or should I wait for him in the bedroom? I will think about it when I get there. She moved her head, glancing at the stranger in the elevator. Wait, I know this guy, he lives on the third floor. He is a photographer or something. Probably one of those guys selling young girls stories of a modeling career so he could get them into bed. Although, he has nice blue eyes and that coat probably fits him nice because he is giving that back some hard time at the gym. Suddenly she remembered the faces of some of the girls leaving his apartment. Sometimes even two at a time. He must have been giving them crazy time because she could remember them having stupid grins. She was trying to remember the last time she really had good time in bed. Damn, last time with Rat was so bad! I mean he wasn’t even able to… bah, just forget it. Hm, look at that. I can’t believe it, he is checking me out. Well, I did put an effort and it would probably go to waste. Damn, that stocking is not in the right place! She leaned forward just to adjust the stocking a bit. As she was reaching for it, she suddenly lost her balance on her heels and she fell straight toward him. *** That look on her face spoke a thousand words. Huh, this is so funny. Look at her expression! It is like she can’t decide whether she should like me or despise me. His eyes were still wondering up and down her body. He was painfully aware of the stereotype about fashion photographers and models. And yes, he did have some nice time with those girls, but the reality was a bit different. Those keen photographer’s eyes were seeing her in picture frames: her in the satin sheets, her against the wall, her…

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