Are You A Good Friend?

Let me share a tale with you. Whether you believe it or not, it’s up to you, but I promise it’s worth listening to. It was more than 20 years ago, and I at Queniques (pool hall), enjoying a game of pool and a Marlboro cigarette.

I was dressed in a tight mini skirt that hugged my hips and accentuated my curves, paired with knee-high socks that I had a peculiar fondness for. They clung to my thighs and drew attention to my legs, and I couldn’t quite explain why I found them so appealing.

I know it might seem odd to share this now, but back then, I was quite the chameleon with fake IDs, aliases, and a knack for blending into the background. I was just 16 years old.

Across the way, I noticed a man eyeing me. He looked to be in his 30s or 40s, and his gaze lingered a bit too long. Something about his stare caught my attention, a mix of curiosity and something darker. I decided to play along, intrigued by the way he seemed to watch me from a distance.

I bent over the pool table, making sure my hips were prominent as I slid down the table, giving a deliberate display. My skirt rode up, revealing my buns as I lined up my shot and sunk the ball into the pocket. I rose slowly, every movement intentional, before turning sharply and locking eyes with him. I was escalating the seduction quickly, eager to see just how far I could push things that night.

In the background, the strains of a song filled the air:

“Did you hear about my baby? She come around
Come round here just about midnight
She makes me feel so good, make me feel all right”

The sultry melody seemed to amplify the charged atmosphere, enhancing the tension between us as I moved with deliberate grace, drawing his gaze with every step.

I sauntered up to him, my hips swaying with each step, and purred, “you are watching me.”

His eyes widened as I drew closer. I leaned in, my voice low and teasing. “So, how old are you?” I whispered, letting the question linger. “Where did you go to school?” I followed up with a sultry smile. “Oh, I see… Mmm, very interesting.”

With a provocative look, I continued, “Now that we know each other a little better, why don’t you come over here and make me feel good?” My tone was dripping with invitation, every word designed to entice and provoke as I slowly closed the distance between us.

I lifted my skirt, revealing my pussy with a teasing grin. “It’s always nice to see you,” I purred, “You’re a good friend.” I took his hand and guided it to my dampness, letting him feel just how turned on I was. My eyes locked onto his, a playful challenge in my gaze.

“You can’t stop now,” I said, my voice dripping with seduction. “You can’t back out.” The words were both a command and an invitation, ensuring he was fully committed to the moment.

I traced my fingers along the seam of his pants, feeling the undeniable hardness beneath. He was incredibly hard, and there was no mistaking it.

“It’s too late now,” I murmured, my voice sultry. “Make me feel good. Make me feel alright.”

As you recall how good it is to see me, you’ll feel the heat rising, intensifying your desire for me. It’s always nice to see me, and that desire will make you even harder right now. I am a good friend.

I gripped his cock with my knuckles and pressed my tits against him, my voice soft yet commanding. “Every time you think about seeing me, you’ll feel an overwhelming, irresistible urge to scratch that itch. With every thought, your craving for my presence will deepen, making you eagerly anticipate the pleasure of being with me again. This desire will only grow stronger, driving you to yearn for me more and more, especially whenever you think of hypnosis or those other videos you watch, or the women you talk to, you want them to satisfy you but only I can really scratch the itch.”

Remember, I’m truly the only one who can satisfy you, and I will.

Doc