|
|
She took a long luxurious bath,
perfuming the water with sea mist bath salts, she shaved
her legs, the mound of her sex. As she dried she added
scented body oil, rubbing it in all over, along her
breasts, so when you pressed your face to the firm
globes, the scent was of her and the soft oils. Her
hands rub the oil across her belly, down over her pussy,
along her inner thighs and down the shapely contour of
legs. She brushed her dark hair until it was like a veil
of silk cascading down around her shoulders, rushing in
a soft flow along her back. Lastly she did her make-up,
leaving the soft glow of her skin natural. The soft hue
of lavender highlighted her dark eyes, dark kohl black
outlined, no mascara added to already thick lush lashes,
just a soft pink gloss added to her lips, to ensure they
held a sheen. When she was done, she stood and looked in
the mirror, the mist of the warm room hung around her
like a soft kiss of a touch. She smiled and let her
thoughts drift to one, to you. An almost nervous flutter
felt in her belly.. a flutter that had not been felt in
so long,
How to come to you? Should she dress in some sheer silk
robe, let the caress of the material flow over her soft
skin, tantalizing her with every move she makes? Should
she be more modest, a velvet robe, closed only partly so
the treasures of her body peek and hide from your view
as she moves, so that like a gift she would need to be
unwrapped? Or should she boldly, brazenly sashay her lil
sluttling self before you, adorned only with what Mother
Nature gave her? She stared for many long minutes into
the mirror, pondering this then smiled and went to the
bedroom. Finding four long crimson silk scarves, the
long scarlet material wound around her body, draping
them to hide the swell of breast, to keep the line of
shapely leg from your gaze, she then slips out to go to
You,
Entering the room where she knew you waited, she melted
downwards, knees nuzzle to the floor, silk wafts around
supple thighs giving tantalizing hints of seemingly
endless long leg, her chin drops forward, her entire
being stills, her body enmeshed within gossamer
softness. From the shadows of the room a strong beat of
a drum starts. Each deep note resonating in her veins,
pounding into her soul.. Slender body sways from side to
side as the erotic current flows through her. Tilts her
head back, curving her spine in a delicate arch, silken
scarves brushing the soles of her feet, breasts
straining for freedom against the taut drawn silk, lithe
hips rock seductively to the echoing of the drums.
Rising like a regal queen she stands, long scarves
draping her soft curves. Palms clutch at the silk,
bringing the scarves up along lightly tanned legs.
With each driving pulse of the drums fingers stretch out
to retrieve bunches of diaphanous material, beat by beat
more of her lush body revealed. Soft gasp as the air
caresses the tops of heated thighs, brushing over the
core of her desire with feather light kisses. Fingers
release the silken strands; billowing scarves lift and
fly out as she swirls across the floor. Feet barely
appearing to touch down as she pirouettes, then halts
suddenly, material swirling about her. Catching two of
the silk ends before they wind too tight. The music
rises in tempo and with a cry of passion she pulls the
ends...twisting and turning to the erotic beat. Searing
emotions shimmer from partly closed eyes, growls and
lunges forward, the two scarves falling free of her
body, floating down to pool upon the floor. One
remaining scarf hides from view soft panting breasts,
the other is slung over a curved hip, movements becoming
slow and sultry. Hips sway, torturous caress of silk
fuelling the fire inside.
Fingers curling around the end of the silk strand that
covers her breasts, pulling at the material, her head
falls back as caress of the silk causes tawny nipples to
harden, to ache for your touch. Slender arms stretch
away from her body, moving with serpentine motions,
drawing the silk from the swell of her breasts,
revealing the glory of her flesh to your eyes. Fingers
let loose the silken end, twirling away, leaving it to
flutter to the floor, feral moans filter through the
room as fires deep within surge to new heights.
Trembling with raging emotions, tiny hands roam freely
over her heaving breasts, each muscle of her legs taut
and alive as she seemingly stalks the room. Melts down
to bended knees before you, swaying invitingly, and
fingers sink into luminous material that hides what she
so aches to offer. Head falling back as a sensuous pull
brings her senses to a screaming crescendo, her back
arches slightly, sucking in her breath as the material
slowly glides over the center of her being.
Eyes shine with deep dark fire as she offers a glimpse
of her body's treasures. Fingers curl at the edges of
the remaining silk scarf, hips sway with barely
contained passion as the music reaches its climax,.
Pulling the silk up her curvaceous body, teasing it over
her breasts, soft low whimpers filter up to your ears.
The flickering of light and shadow revealing a sheen of
sweat upon silky flesh, hips rock seductively as the
drum beat embeds itself within her soul. With a mighty
crash of drums the music halts, lifting the silken
strand up to you, voice whispers one but yet completely
binding phrase that echoes with desire and
longing...."Please take her, please set her desires
free"
|
