But a few blocks from my apartment, I spotted the streetlight before me turn yellow. XXX “It… It’s the law…” she said uncomfortable, then added, “Mam.”
“Call me Barbie,” I said as I reached out and sensually ran my finger alone her arm. After requesting I refer to her by her title, she told me to stay put and returned to her cruiser. The fantasy me realized the plan could still work and did not hesitate. “Everything seems in order, but I’m going to have to give you a ticket for running that red light,” explained the hot cop. After spending the weekend remembering exactly why I loved the country so much, I returned home. “Maybe she’ll pull me over again someday,” I thought hopefully as I headed toward the front door. At least, I had an awesome fantasy to keep me busy in the meantime…
***Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
