Wild Horses Read Free

the generic EE standing for “Eastern
Europe” as the location indicator). Zodiac: Capricorn
    Appearance
    Height: 1.63m (5'4") . Weight: 60kg
(130 lbs) . Hair Color: Brown . Eye Color:
Brown . Build: Petite . Ethnicity: White . Cup
Size: C. Pubic Hair: Bald . Measurements: 97-66-97cm
(38-26-38")
    Features
    Languages Spoken: English
    What I do in my show
    Here she had typed in what looked to be the
lyrics to a song. I didn't know the song, so it appeared pretty
meaningless to me. Some of the girls, I recalled, would list here
their specialties. Some of them were kinky, some extreme. Some
disturbing. I felt like a I knew a little bit about her now. I
closed the laptop, and reclined again in the chair, to sit with my
thoughts as I gathered them. What was it that I found so
attractive, so enticing, so “special” about this girl? This lady?
This woman? Who lived somewhere on the other side of the world, and
stripped for men online, for money? She was probably a stripper. A
prostitute. A porn star. No, I reasoned. Maybe she was a hooker, or
had been, I couldn't discount that, but most of the strippers and
the porn stars I had seen (and I had seen a few over the years!)
had the telltale scars underneath their breasts, or were pierced in
unlikely places, or had perfectly toned bodies and clinically
enhanced features. She seemed to be entirely natural – breasts
sagging over her chest, flawed skin, slightly overweight. She was a
hooker, I told myself, or a recently retired one. I didn't care. I
would be online tonight!
5
    “Hey you're back again,” she said, her voice
coming to me through headphones this time (since Paula was asleep
down the corridor, in our bed. This was already risky).
    “Can't keep away from you,” I wrote.
    “You’re too nice.” That melodious, girlish
voice, with the clipped accent. What was it? Hungarian? Russian? I
resolved to ask her. She could only tell me to get lost!
    “Where are you from?”
    “Can you guess?’
    She was laughing. Not maliciously, playfully.
I smiled.
    “Russia?”
    “No way.”
    “Ukraine?”
    “You must come further west,” she said.
    “Hungary?” I tried.
    “Very close. Almost.”
    “Romania.”
    “No You must go up now. How do you say?
North.”
    “Checkoslovakia.” I spelled it wrongly. I
knew I did, but I was not European!
    “Yes,” she cried. “Sort of.”
    She was laughing now. It was an engaging
laugh. She was enjoying herself. She was so beautiful! She was
driving me crazy!
    “What do u mean sort of?” I wrote.
    “Can you put on your cam and talk to me?”
    “Not this time.”
    “Ohhh” she purred, frowning, still playful.
“Okay, there is no country Czechoslovakia now. There is Slovakia
and there is the Czech Republic.”
    “Which r u?”
    “I have to have some secrets. Let's say I’m
both. Part Czech. Part Slovak.”
    “You speak great English.”
    “Thank You baby.”
    She fell silent, and I just stared into the
screen, admiring her.
    “So, what do you want to do with me tonight?”
she enquired. She lifted her top off. “You want to see my body. In
private?”
    “Always,” I wrote. The moment I had typed it
in, I clicked on the button for private. When she appeared on the
screen, she was smiling broadly, and giggling. I suspected that she
knew she had me. Maybe she was thinking I was a potential goldmine,
I mused. Maybe she thought (wrongly) I was rich. Cashed up!
    “You want me naked?” she asked.
    “Hell yes.”
    This got a brief laugh. The panties came off,
and she adjusted her posture on the bed, and the cam, so I could
see her entire body. The flesh was a milky white, and just as
tantalizing, as I recalled it. I watched her play with herself for
a few moments, feeling myself hardening instantly.
    “You like?”
    Of course I do, I thought. You’re stunning,
you're a knock out. I'd do anything to on that bed next you right
now. A thought occurred to me suddenly.
    “Can u turn over,” I wrote. “I want to see
you from