I Love Her Stories; How Becca Writes Down Them.

I love her stories; how Becca writes down them.

So last night Daddy and my roommate came home about 11pm, not drunk but they’d definitely had a drink or two and with shopping bags. 

I know my roommate doesn’t have the money for or the inclination to spend money at the stores the bags were for because I know those bags, Harry has bought me stuff in them before. The dress my roommate was wearing wasn’t the one she wore when she left. It was new. And I know at least one of the bags was a lingerie place Harry is fond of. 

She blushed and stammered a bit when we were talking about it but insisted that Harry insisted. I told her I know how Harry gets, and I do. She does make it really hard to refuse her generosity. 

I also know when she’s bought me lingerie in that place she’s had me step out of the fitting room so she can see her purchases on me before buying, to make me display myself… so… she can make that hard to refuse too. But I don’t know if she did. I do know she would be sure I’d think of it though. 

Harry apologised for staying out so late and explained she thought it was important to reconnect with my roommate as we were so close and Harry was planning to be with me a long time so should probably get close to her too. Of course I said it was fine and I was happy they were connecting and my cunt was aching and my heart hurt the good jealous hurt. 

Here’s the thing, I know the gifts were trivial, to Harry. They’re not to someone like me though. Or my roommate. And I know Harry likes to flatter … girls she likes with gifts. 

Urgh. Fuck. Jealous. Good jealous. Even though I still don’t think anything happened / will happen. But there’s just enough doubt to make my cunt wet, as Harry herself pointed out to me when she was fucking me after we were alone in our room. 

My Mistress is a real head fuck and I love her.