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The Story: Mulholland Drive

The Story: Mulholland Drive

by Marlies Dekkers

Picture this… LA by night, 20 degrees Celcius.

What happened? You can’t remember. But you’ve got to get up and start walking, get off the road. Your body is throbbing, you’re covered in blood and dirt. Down in the valley, you see a sea of twinkling lights. The City of Angels? You stumble upon a beautiful villa. A stunning woman opens the door, part angel, part screen siren. Luminous. She takes you in without asking questions. “You’re going to be fine, sweetie.” Her hands are so soft when she takes off your torn dress. So gentle as she cleans your wounds. When you come out of the shower, a bounty of satin and silk is waiting for you on the bed: panties, stockings, garters and glorious push-up bras. “Let’s play,” she says with a conspiratorial smile after she’s toweled and powdered your body. She slips out of her kimono; all curves and luscious flesh. Now you’re both naked. You giggle as you paint each other’s lips red in between sips of wine. She caresses your smooth soft skin as she dresses you up in luxurious lingerie. You push her on the bed and together you roll around on sea of satin; joking and laughing. When she stops, the tension is palpable. Her lips are by your ear. “Tell me a story,” she whispers, and starts stroking the inside of your thighs. “A true story, of sexual pleasure.” As you start to talk, your hand slides inside your panty….

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