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I am waiting for you.

I’m wearing one of my little black dresses.  It is a simple little black dress, elegant in its simplicity, and simply one of the sexiest things I wear — in public.  It is a couture dress made for me by a local designer, and it clings lovingly to every curve of my body, as lovingly as the eyes of men and women cling to me whenever I wear it.  Underneath, I’m wearing a corset of black satin, a corset that emphasizes my cleavage and nips my 22″ waist down to 20″. From it, the line of my hips curve with the luscious smoothness of ripe fruit, my belly slightly rounded above the bulge tucked away in my panties: the bulge of my strap-on. The creamy expanse of my thighs are interrupted by sheer black stockings that end a few inches above the knees. And then my feet, my pretty little size 5 feet tucked away in my Valentino ankle strap pumps with those hot 4″ stiletto heels. Men love to worship my feet.

I am waiting for you.

I am waiting for you to call me. I am waiting for you to cam for me.

I am waiting for you to strip off your clothes, waiting for you to strip yourself down, waiting for you to kneel naked before me and beg me to use you for my pleasure.

I want you to cam for me, boy. I want you to exhibit yourself to me, to cup your balls in your hand and offer them to me, your voice breathy proof of how light-headed you feel kneeling there, before me, aching to serve me, aching to stroke for me. Aching to cum for me.

Call for me. Cam for me. Cum for me.

Empress Pamela
800-601-6975