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Her Lace
By La Belle Rouge
They were purple.... no pink
or a combination of both...
fuchsia perhaps.
Soft, transparent chantilly
matching perfectly her bustier
of flowered satin and lace.
She remembers the expression on his face
as he appreciatively gazed at
the creamy tops of her breasts
lifted above the demi cups.
While one bold finger
lightly traced across ivory hills
and between their shadowed valley
he sighed....
“Oh Baby, My Baby.”
She felt like a high school girl
as she blushed and melted at his touch.
It seemed as if she would burst into flame
when he tenderly whispered her name.
And his lips found firm pink buds,
before his fingers slipped lower, lower
over... then under the chantilly lace.
With warm whispers against her ear
things a woman longs to hear,
she knew she couldn’t resist
and a mutual earthquake was near.
Her deep sighs matched his
and she feared she would faint
No she was NO saint
Drifting with sweet, forbidden sensations
wanting his touch to never end
she moaned and trembled again.
Later on the phone he whispers
“I can still taste your lips
imagine the sway of your hips.
I remember and I feel”
She asks him almost shyly if he still
has the token she gave him
when he left to catch his plane.
“Oh that...that pretty purple thing?”
He chuckles...
”Baby, it’s still scented with your perfume.
Your fragrance fills my thoughts, my room
I sleep with your lace soft on my face.
impossible to forget but, no longer wet
its lost its grace”
Like a kiss you don't want to wash away for a month, this is that sweet little secret in the most precious, tucked-away corners of the heart and mind whose remembrance, sentiment and sensual scent just get more pungent and potent with the passing of time. Lingerie to linger on, Belle. Delicate and tender. Bless you, Kate xx
OOOO Sissy! This was so AWESOME! Just PURRRRRFECT in every way! Passionately erotic, beautifully worded and expressed! Gosh Amighty! HUBBA-HUBBA CITY! LOVE YOU! Sissy
I am confused, forbidden sensations with moans? whispers? something wet and purple?...I am sweating bullets!!!!!!!!
Where's the cold shower room?
Georg
Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2007
Elegant erotica, La Belle. Nice touch having him take the lacy "token" with him. Filled with passion...and wonderful. Lydi**
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expressed -- perfect music and art.
Erotica suits you so well, La Belle!
Love`n hugs,
Katherine
Love Tinka ( naughty you )
Sweet and sensual is your pen.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Oh that...
that pretty purple thing?” <----Am I old enough to read that....
Thanks,
Dan
Have a great day LaBelle.....
Smooooch!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Adding this one to my library to enjoy again and again! It's as good as gold! :)
Passionate and sensual. The imagery was impeccable my friend. Blessings Always, Paul.
Where's the cold shower room?
Georg