Grace

May 26, 2008 § 3 Comments

She was beautiful, her lips so tender and delicate, her frame tiny, like a ballerina so delicate and graceful.

The way she walked, her feet airing the ground, creating a presence so intoxicating, that your breath became ragged out like the end of a ripped piece of material in the cold winter’s night air.

Her life was of amazement.

Dazzling clothes in rich purples and oranges, fit for a king.

Jewels that sparkled and hung in there glory on the ears and necks of the rich.

Silks and cashmere layered curtains that flowed and sheets of delight, for whoever laid within them felt there skin tingle with joy. 

She was the star, the trophy of love and passion and she had the world at her feet.

As she walked onto the stage men and women were in awe, the way her slinky hips moved from side to side.

Her dark chocolate curled hair framed her shoulders and hit the back of her so perfectly.

She was a goddess, a muse and every man wanted her from the moment they laid eyes on her or felt her breath on the back of their necks so tenderly.

She had so much power, so much control that she could make men do and believe whatever they wanted to believe.

She was there fetish, there passion, there drug and they couldn’t get enough of the addiction.

After her shows she would choose one man to delight and celebrate with.

One man that could have whatever he wanted.

No price. No glass. Just him and her.

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Her room was of amazement in itself.

Sloping deep crimson red walls, with cream slopes on the opposite side, silver chandeliers writhed her ceilings, candles of every scent sheltered her mantelpieces and a subtle fire of bewilderment glowed in the background

 This one was tall, dark haired and had the eyes of blazing blues, like different shades of the sea when at its peak, thunderous and dominating.

He was beautiful and she couldn’t wait to unveil the most exciting part of him, the part of him that she wanted to devour with her mouth, her hands and with her prize position.

She wanted to feel him deeply inside of her, feel his hands unleash the stories within her body.

See his glorious head of locks between her thighs devouring every part of her that was now burning for him.

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Slowly she lay back on her bed, her red rosy suspenders lay across her legs perfectly tight, and her rouge red satin silk bra pushed her pale breasts up gloriously.

Layered on her lips was a beautiful shade of red shine that tinted them to perfection.

She was beautiful in every way.

As the man approached, her eyes shut slightly, his hands slowly ran traces over her smooth pale body, slowly teasing her nipples, suckling them between his teeth so passionately she could feel goose bumps layer there spell.

Her body lifted in ecstasy. Moans escaped from her lips, raising her body for easy access.

Slowly he reached the part of her that was now dying for his attention. Lowering his head he took her all in his mouth, devouring her clitoris, licking in and out of the cave of sweet juices that was now pouring from her, leaking like fountains escaping from there entrapment.

His head twisted and turned in joy. He loved giving her pleasure, for he had fallen for her, like every man that had tasted, smelt or touched her, for she had a power to do anything she liked.

Her body yearned for more, her head thrown back, her body twisting like a snake so beautifully.

She was on the brink of her awakening, until he stopped and lay on top of the beauty that lay beneath him and slowly entered her.

He was huge, his penis so smooth yet rough and manly, she was in heaven.  In and out it flowed, that finally both came in unison, collapsing in each other’s arms.

Out of breath and in silhouette. For this was the night that she experienced every night, in the coldness when the fire finally burnt out.

 

©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

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