Dim light falls on her, gently exposing her feminine contours and her intimate contemplation in the night’s late hours. To know her, is to know an exceptionally beautiful aura; to hold her heart, is to intimately know the levels of her depths and to hold her soul and body tightly in loving caress. With her pulled up, the strands that are left brush against her neck. Like the petals of a burgundy rose, she is gorgeous and delicate. With or without heels — she is sensual in her steps. She gives of herself and exudes love with every breath.
Lace, wraps the contours of her body beautifully. Her gloss red nails contrasts against her tulle tights sensually. She is a goddess in heels, essentially; a woman, who other women envy. Without her stilettos, she stands at 5’3″ wonderfully. Reverse cowgirl is her favorite position, but to climax A little differently, she likes to ride his tongue, occasionally. When he’s inside her from behind, she likes to look back at him teasingly. To go deeper inside her, he holds onto her garter belt tightly. She does her own nails, but most times, she gets them done professionally. Sometimes, he teases her, by licking her wetness through her panties; She wants him to release all over her torn sheer stockings and black heels.
Sometimes, she goes to Frederick’s, other times— Victoria’s Secret, to purchase her sexy lingerie sets. She especially likes white lace thigh highs and matching bras that compliment her breasts. Occasionally, she gets white satin corsets with matching white lace garter belts. She may wear crotchless panties if she is feeling really sexy. Additionally, stiletto heels and full MAC makeup with her hair pulled up, would make her look like an erotic goddess in any man’s fantasy. With black stiletto heel sandals, she would be ultra sexy in a black V lace–up teddy. In an evening romance lace and mesh babydoll set she would definitely be the ultimate threat. Her dark purple pedicured toes, would be a beautiful sight to behold, peeking through a white open cup bodystocking fishnet.
Over the phone in sensual tones of heavy breathing, she asked him again and again if she could release what for so long she had been holding. He said, not yet; keep going.
Kiss me passionately, and revive my broken heart, my angel. It was after three seasons of unhappiness that I had to let go. Instead of exuberance and intimacy, there was sorrow; Instead of loyalty and love, there was deep betrayal. Hold me in your warmth my angel, and give my heart A reason to mend and in love, to be made whole again. Whisper beautiful things to me in the wonder of the twilight, And show me true love, to bring my soul back to life.
Pointed toe stilettos over black stockings conceal the dark purple pedicure she had recently gotten. Faithfully, every two weeks she takes care of her feet, to the delight of her husband. During sex, he likes to suck her toes, and he spoils her rotten. Her closet is filled with stiletto heel sandals, sexy stiletto boots, and a wide variety of Louboutin red bottoms.
Seductive whispers drive her passion To the edge of an intense orgasm. For so long, longing lips wanted to be kissed; For so long, she wanted to be missed. For so long, she was unhappy in her prior relationship, But now, finally — she is his. He loves her deeply, expressing his Passionate feelings through intimacy; Undoubtedly, they belong to each other completely. As he goes deeper inside her— Through luscious lips, She whispers his name amorously.
They met at a five star hotel for a three day tryst; they both told their significant others that they would be away for a few days on business. For her flight, she wore a recently purchased violet lingerie set underneath an off–white dress and black pumps that glamorized her steps. Upon seeing her lover, she was immediately wet. As soon as they made their way to the hotel room, they quickly undressed and had passionate sex. After another round, they showered and dressed; He wore a suit — and she wore a short black dress with black heels that complimented her legs. They took the elevator down to the restaurant to have dinner, and also to refresh themselves. After desert, they made their way to the bar for drinks; him, a vodka on the rocks — and her, a dirty martini, garnished with two extra olives she requested in a beautiful cocktail glass that was pink. In a dark setting, she kissed him and whispered that she wanted him inside her again. On the elevator on the way up, she got on her knees and tasted him; back in their lavish suite, they fucked, again and again. It was a three day tryst to quench the fire of their lust and longing within. On her flight back home, she thought of the way he made her moan. Her nipples became erect — and in her seat, she was soaking wet.
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