She stared at me
I stared at her
We stared at each other
I don’t know why?
I am not a handsome prince
Not rich, nor famous
But she, I stared
Because she was beautiful
How beautiful?
Center fold beautiful
She approached me
With half closed
Dreamy sensuous bedroom eyes
She whispered in my ears
What is it, you want of me?
Licking my ear lope
Then staring deep into my eyes
Penetrating my soul.
I was baffled, afraid to answer
What could I possibly say?
It all came to me
After a good once over look
Of the beautiful body
Before my blest vision
Long shapely heavenly legs
That ran from the crack of her butt
To the floor
Small waist, soft tender hips
40 D’s, all could see
Sapphire blue eyes, long silky
Jet black hair
No blonde here, not today
Wet seductive cherry red lips
A sweet breath, only an angel
Could exhale.
Nervously and incoherently
I uttered, while shyly
Staring towards the floor
Well!
Dragging the Well
Hesitantly
I want you wearing 12 inch
Black leather stilettos heels
A tiny black leather kid skin
Bikini
Not a “G” string
Black silky tussles gently covering
Your delicious cork size
Erect pink nipples
I want those cute little hands
Filled
With a cat-o-nine tail
In one hand
And a pure silver leash
Connected to a studded collar
In the other end.
I wish to be seductively
Forced into a prostrate position
Before your feet
After you wildly rip
My business suit off my back
Place one of those stiletto
High heels
On my bare flesh
With your whip
I want you to stroke my back
From my heels
To the nape of my neck
Licking my body with your whip
Gently and sensuously lashing
At me
For I am your Love slave
Until you make me yell your name
In ecstasy
As you straddle me
Riding me like a crazed
Cowgirl on a bronco
Digging your stiletto heels
Into my sides
Riding me wildly into the sunset
As if you were, Being chased
By a grizzly bear
In the wilderness of the prairie.
What else can be said, after all the reviews below, except I just knew you were going to wake up drenched in sweat, and it had all been a dream! You do know how to keep the readers attention!!!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
12 inch heels, eh? O U C H.
Very good writing!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
oh ok hothothothothot
George
Roaring stuff luv!!
Hahahahahaha...Oh I can just imagine this.....heeee-haaaaa!!
Love Tinkaaaaaa
Georg
Exceptional write..
Vesna:)
aren't those 12 inch heels a tad over the top? (ouch!);-)
graphic and gripping write.
peace,
carolyn
Take care,
Sherry
love is love for some..
Enjoyed William...
Excellent write,
Be well,
Michael
Love,
CJ
S\Sandie May Angel ;o)
Whoa! This is a little too intimate for words.
Love,
Susan