Shivers run up and down my spine.
A soft desire soaked breath escapes my lips.
Your head bends down to administer to me,
as your hands stroke softly down to my hips.
Your greedy mouth suckles my sensitive breast
and your tongue strokes each of its needy tips.
A low moan gently floats in the midnight air.
I am so captivated by the spell of your voracious lips
The tip of you brands me with fire,
for the heat you are giving off is so very high.
I shudder and I tremble greatly for you.
I let out such a soulful keening sigh.
Slowly, you enter into the moistness that is me.
You are giving me great quaking tremors of desire.
I slide my silky legs around your plunging hips.
You stroke deeply, building in me an incredible fire.
You fill me again and again as the sensation builds.
Tension grows hot and heavy between my thighs.
You begin to breath harder and plunge even deeper.
Our mutual pleasure comes with lusty cries.
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$