This is steamy story is just a fantasy I’ve had running around my head for some time.**
*sigh* It’s been the longest day ever. Class in the morning, working on my new business venture in the evenings, working.  I’ve found that I’m not built to  run around 12+ hours a day. I’m the kind of lady that takes her time to make sure I embody the fantasy you’ve got in mind.
As soon as the door closes behind me I slip out of my stilettos and unzip my curve hugging skirt. I step out of the puddle of clothes and walk to my wine fridge, my silk top skimming the small curve of my back; my derriere framed perfectly
‘Red or White’ I ponder as I lightly bite my bottom lip deep in thought,. My bottom swinging from side to side in tune with the song in my head, a delectable invitation to laugh and let your guard down. A quick shower with a twist of my thick chestnut hair, my skin gleaming, the silk of my night dress giving you an outline of my body with each breeze.
You send me a text letting me know you’re in the office wrapping things up before heading to my place. But I can’t help myself, I take a sexy pic in my lingerie, my breasts displaying a luscious trail to bra; my hair tied in a messy bun with caramel colored tendrils outlining my delicate face.
I can almost feel your fingers blaze a path of desire from my lips, down the divide of my full breasts, a droplet past my navel to my aching mound of desire. Every inch of me aching for your touch,.Every part of my rippling body  with the pleasure you give me.
You’ve finally arrived, my heart quickens.A damp spot in my panties springs and I find myself clenching my inner muscles, my thighs taught, I can’t control the things you do to my body. You walk in the scent of your cologne lingering in the air, I can’t seem to fight the desire.
You back me up against the wall, eye to eye, my breath mingling with yours, my body hyper sensitive to the feel your body next to me, the steel rod in your pants proof of you desire.
After exchanging fiery kisses I lead you into the bedroom by your shirt collar my heels clicking to a beat only we can hear.
Sweat, gentile bites, and scratches ….
Your fantasies and desires. = my fantasies and desires.

xoxo  

 
P.S. I am not available this remaining of the month. Please check my calendar for October if you would like to give this fantasy a pleasurable ending together

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