My canine may be crazy, but the pooch has panache.
She’s a beautiful bitch.
Slick evidence of my earlier orgasm coats the pale snow and night-black lace of my inner thighs; the pearlescent glimmer on stockinged skin mirrors the sparks in your eyes. I hold your gaze as my body accepts the wandering visual caresses of our expectant audience, quiet in their ungasped exclamations; watching, wanting, waiting…
The visceral heat of their desire spirals sensation to the feminine core of my being until I feel I must combust, and my skin stings: hot, flushed, pink.
Sinking back on the mattress, the throb of my heart beats a rapid tattoo, pulsing through my trembling clit. I run my fingers down my soaked slit, parting my lips for your perusal; soft, wet, glistening, wanton.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Time is molasses, slowly dripping…
Three.
I close my eyes on a sigh…
And snap them open with a sensual shudder when your shoulders stretch my splayed stance further, straining my already shaking thighs in order to inhale my essence; first a pleasure for your senses, then a feast for your eyes as our voyeurs settle in to partake of the delicious vision that is Us. Your tongue steals a taste of the liquid refreshment dripping from my swollen bundle of nerves, flitting, flicking, fluttering, flirting; battering, beating; immediately, intensely.
You asked me before we began if I could cum again, and with my nod, the gauntlet was thrown: No quarter. No mercy.
Breathe out…
My gasp has a domino effect on the room, and as the driving music of sighs and moans quickly crescendo, I share my thoughts with a smile: Raise your baton, maestro. This opus has just begun.
If you want to sweep me off my feet…
…Pamper them first. 😉
I could really go for a foot massage to rub away the Winter Blah’s.
Happy Wanton Wednesday!
Just ‘cuz ya HAVE one, doesn’t mean ya gotta BE one.
Just… Ya know… Sayin’.
I would draw you a diagram to illustrate my point, but considering the body parts mentioned above, I’m afraid it’d be pornographic…