Update.
I sent Premier Lady a text yesterday afternoon and we spoke once more on the phone. I was taken aback to be told she was actually in Central London at that very moment. She would be staying overnight and if I would like the chance to meet her face to face..........so we could talk more on the subject close to my heart.
Freshly scrubbed and suited and booted so to speak. I headed off into town not a little nervous............a whole lot nervous. The beauty of living where I live means I can access Central London within 30 minutes or so.
It did not take long to come out of the underground and head for the nearest pub.
I needed a stiffener to help me relax. (take I mean..............you lot have such vulgar minds)
20 minutes later and I was walking into her hotel. I found the bar and texted her to say I was there. She had asked if we could chat in the lounge part as it was quiet. (I also guess she felt safer meeting a total stranger for the first time in a public place) I was suprised when a text came back with a room number on it.
I knocked on a door in a long corridor and it was opened by what I can only describe by a bloke who looked like someone had just stolen his sweets. I looked at the number on the door to check if it was the same as the one on the text and he held the door open and said,
"Please come in"
It was one of those boutique styled rooms. Fairly simple but not boring.
Her Premiership sat on a comfy little armchair by a coffee table and a bottle of wine and two glasses were on it.
She smiled delightfully and held her hand up to be kissed. (I was in love gentleman..........totally and hopelessy in love)..................actually in lust springs to mind. but its nearly the same thing.
The sad looking man poured two glasses of wine and she looked at him and said,
"You can go now. I think Steven and I will be comfortable enough"
He gave me a look. I could not describe it. Loathing maybe, or possibly jealousy. Hard to describe.
I could sit here and type endlessy about what she looked like. But I won't.
I could tell you all the things we spoke off. But I won't.
What I will tell you is that she looked at this site on her laptop and we talked about cucking in general.
She loved the captions section and liked even more that I had included real life experiences and real people in the ones I posted.
When she saw her bum picture and a copy of what she had said in an email to me.....she laughed and told me I was naughty.
Needless to say. I left her hotel room some 60 minutes or so later with her ravishing face, her incredible body emblazened into my brain. We had talked and laughed non stop.
It was only when I stood and kissed her cheek as I was about to leave that she told me she would email me with another of her profile pictures. She gave a grin and said,
"I shall write a story for the people who read your posts Steven. I think they will be interested to hear what I have in store for you"
I said thankyou and she spoke again,
"It has been lovely meeting you. If you had not been a gentleman I would not have been saying this to you.
When you meet me next you will not be so jovial. You will not be laughing or smiling at what I say to you. I will be smiling. I will be enjoying myself immensley. You my dear sweet man will be hurting. I think you know what I mean. Goodnight Steven"
True to her word she sent me an email that arrived in the early hours of this morning.
I have experienced much. But I have to tell you. I feel more nervous and a little afraid of whats in store for me.
The pictures are adorable. The words fill me with tension I have never felt before.
stevensmiles
