Become a Fan
By Sunn Gray
Friday, September 04, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
She bows her head as she lifts her Limited Edition...
“Titanium” by Sunn Gray
As I watch The Discovery Channel documentary on the DeBeers Diamond Mine, the male voice is saying DeBeers Premier Diamond Mine is a large underground diamond operation at Cullinan in the Gauteng province of South Africa. The mine hoists over 3 million tonnes of diamond-bearing kimberlite a year, from a modern, trackless block cave mining operation. Trough opening plays a vital part in the successful running of the mine with the majority of the production dependant on fast, reliable and safe draw point completion. Successful trough openings are achieved under extremely difficult mining conditions due to restricted void and the inherent properties of kimberlite — very soft with a high swell factor. Early in 1998, Premier Mine, in conjunction with Expert Explosives, undertook a joint development project to determine whether the use of a fully programmable electronic detonator system would enhance the mining cycle in this vital area. Blasting started in February 1998, with blasts of a similar size and duration to those which had been previously fired with shock tube systems. … yada, yada, yada…”
You guessed it, yes; I work at the DeBeers Diamond Mine gift shop here in Cullinan in the Gauteng province of South Africa but today is my off day. Sasha also works at the DeBeers Diamond Mine. I look at the clock, whew it’s time for me to get ready, and Sasha will be home soon. She is my love, my master who I am submissive too and my solider for the DeBeers Diamond Mine Army. She drives a tank and is some sort of officer or team leader and she carries a colt 45 in her belt.
I head for the bathroom to take a bath in rose oils and lavender salts. Sasha picked out the flavor of my bath regiment and I make sure that I am using it to her specifications. I like the smell of roses and I wash every nook and cranny. I step out of the tub; I don’t dry off and I admire myself in the mirror. I walk to the locked footlocker leaving wet footprints across the floor, I open the footlocker being careful to not to drip water from my naked wet body onto the contents inside of the footlocker. I lift the velvet lined expensive leather case out and place it on the counter.
I check the time; I have a few more minutes before Sasha walks thru the door. I spray my air drying body back to moist with the rose water from a dollar store spray bottle. Sasha likes for me to be wet, naked and smelling of roses when she walks into the house. I rub the fragrant water thru my wet curly hair and let my hair slap my back lightly - I got a chill just then…smiles. I spray down my neck and between my size 36DD breast, I take my hands and rub my breast up to my nipples, which I pinch just for the feeling of it. I let my hands wander down to caress my slightly pouched belly and then down to my muscular but soft thighs, all the while spraying my body until it’s dripping wet with rose water. I spray my back until I feel the water run down my back and drip between my ass cheeks. I moan to myself in anticipation of Sasha coming home. I feel the water run into my size 8, 4in black stiletto sandals as it soaks the satin ties that are wrapped around my ankles to secure my shoes to my perfectly pedicured feet.
I lay out Sasha’s brushes, polish, oil and cloths neatly next to her expensive leather case on the counter. I take one step back from the counter and listen. I hear her coming up the stairs; I quickly spray rose water all over my naked body once more before she opens the door. Sasha opens the doors and sees me standing next to the counter and smiles devilishly. I look to the floor as she approaches me. I can smell her as she gets closer to me, she smells of gun powder and sweat. She pulls me to her with those perfectly muscularly cut arms pulling me close to her in a full body hug. Hummm… I melt into her. I breathe her in and she kisses me as if it were our first kiss of being in love. She throws me onto the bed and kisses me softly from my eye lids to my toes. She slides her hands down my trembling wet and waiting body. As I anticipate her touch on my wanting body, I feel nothing but cool air.
She has turned away and is walking towards the counter. She looks at the leather box, 12 inches by 14 inches and 5 inches deep. Her breath quickens as she wipes her wet hands on her soiled jeans, of course she would never touch the box with soiled hands. She gently places her hands on the edges of the box – for I have already un-loosened the latch. She opens the box so slowly that it’s painful. She goes to her love, her master who she is submissive too. The strong, bold, perfectly balanced shiny smooth cold to the touch surface of steel… No, better than steel, titanium. She bows her head as she lifts her Limited Edition Titanium Gold 50 Finish Desert Eagle 50 caliber Pistol.
©2003, Sunn Gray
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