My 23rd Birthday and no sign of the cow! She had her way with me and has had me on her beck and call for two years but when I want her to call she is nowhere to be found.
I've rang her ten times and been to her house but there's no sign of her. I feel so let down. And after all I have done for her, all I have meant to her. I have been with her since that fateful night at the garden party where she seduced me into her bed and took me in every way imaginable. And she introduced me to holders. I adore them so.
Since then I have found how she enjoys the dominate side of a relationship and the use of the crop, but only when I have been a bad bad girl. And the smoking, above all the pleasure of lying beside her and sharing her holder. Being shown how to draw on the long stem and hold the smoke in my mouth before passing it to hers in long lingering kisses.

And being introduced to her so called friends who all just wanted one thing... and what choice did I have? She said if I didn't please them she would not call me any more. But it was the quiet nights I liked..where we would snuggle up alone and she would wear her leather for me. She looked, smelled and tasted so good in it I can see her now in her tight boots and long split skirt and coat. The gloves, so long and black and soft, clutching the holder as she purred instructions to me and guided my carresses until she tired of the game and took me to her boudoir. Long smokey kisses and being taught how to hold the stem and wave it around to give myself an air of elegance then giggling and falling into a heap with legs and arms everywhere and soft lips.. yes those soft thin lips.

So where is she? A text? Whats this? Meet me in the stavles.. (she must mean stables)..she was never much good at texting.. not with those gloves on.!!!