Archive | 04.12.2009
- 3 Hours
She lets the teacup warm her hands as she closes her eyes and drifts back-back to last Thursday and 3 hours of heaven stolen between busy schedules.
The images are still so clear, and she sees herself waiting at the window for him to arrive, impatiently, nervously. She wonders if the skirt is right. "Will he like it? Does it make me look fat? Why did I pick RED?" She smiles secretly to herself as she waits, anticipating that first electrifying touch of his hand on her warm, bare skin beneath the ... more
- The Dance of Death
It captivated me this vision of pure expressive sexuality seductively moving just inches from my face. She simulated sex with the pole that grew up from the centre of the stage, her legs wrapped round it with her pussy rubbing a wet path up its length. She danced in rhythm to the music that filled the entire club with its soft pounding beat. I am sitting by the stage and from my vantage point, I have an excellent view of her long silken legs encased in sheer nylon and the tiniest piece of thong ... more