a
midday
manifestation
of mischief
called
to her
and
she
acknowledged
the
need to feed.
it
was naughty
but
necessary...
the
rumbling,
between
thick thighs,
elicited
familiar behavior
and
a warm sigh
as
she succumbed
to
devious delights
which
reeked
of
satisfaction.
curiosity
doesn't
kill her cat.
it
just purrs
in
gentle strains
which
soothe
the
canine lusts
of
her invited conquest.
knock,
knock
"entrez
vous?"
he
brought wine,
to
emphasize
the
wicked things
he
planned to do.
hungry
hands
slide
across
supple skin
and
the festivities begin.
dark
room, candlelight
blindfold
to
blur her sight,
while
he teased
the
spots
which
begged
to
be pleased.
wet
kiss fantasies
glide
through
licked lips
and
create
libido
drenched
highs...
church
bells chime
at
the stroke of three,
releasing
pent
up frustrations
finally
set free.
a
taste,
to
savor
her
last few drops,
and
they drift,
quietly drift...
