Dangly earings

Dangly earings Dangly earings

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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It's surprising what one can do with a bit of initiative!

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It's surprising what one can do with a bit of initiative!

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Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Dangly Earings

I love dangly earings. Whenever I'm out shopping, I'm always on the look-out for for that special pair that are just a bit different.

One day a couple of years ago, I was in Chester (UK) and I found a small gallery down one of the many ancient alleyways not far from the city walls. It was full of all the wonderful kinds of objects d'Árt that I love, including amazing fabrics and clothes, and, of course, jewellrey. So I was admiring the collection of dangly earings when the shop assistant came over.

She was a woman about my age, early twenties, with a very 'new age' style... scarf in her long, black hair; long, naturally dyed cotton skirt; hand made sandals and a beautiful indigo knitted angora jumper... wrap-around style. I soon discovered her name was Rachael and she confessed to having a similar love for dangly earings. We slowly worked our way through the display cabinets, comparing our tastes, holding pieces against our ears as we peered into mirrors. Eventually, I picked a silver pair with three silver stars hanging from the rings on three fine chains. Rachael leaned towards me conspiritorially and whispered, 'I hoped you would choose that design... I'm wearing a pair right now'. Well, I looked at the hoops in her ears and saw the wicked grin spread across her face. Then, looking round to see that the shop was empty except for us, she rached down and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal the exact same earings dangling below the triangle at the top of her thighs.

The effect on me was electric... I felt the blush pass downwards from my face, across my breasts causing my nipples to scrunch, and all the way down to that spot at the bottom of my tummy. I think I garbled something, but Rachael just let her skirt fall back and giggled. She then explained how great it felt to walk around all day feeling something dangling beneath her skirt.

I really wanted to do the same thing, but I'm not pierced down there and don't really want to be, but Rachael seemed to have all the answers. Ear cuffs, she said, selecting a cuff with a spider and a web hanging from fine silver chains. So right there in the shop, I lifted my skirt to reveal that I too wasn't wearing underwear, and I let someone who not half an hour before had been a complete stranger, fit an ear cuff to my left pussy lip. The sensation was wonderful, and I spent the rest of the day savouring the feelings of a spider brushing against the very top of my legs.

Well... Rachael and I met for drinks and something to eat later at Frank's Jazz Bar and we have remained close friends ever since. I'm still not pierced but I love walking pantyless with jewellrey dangling from a cuff.


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