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L'aperitif
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L'aperitif The room was painted a deep flat green, over the bed a ceiling fan, a bronze shaded lamp sat on a black lacquered table to its side casting the dimmest of sepia light. A large mirrored vanity was to the right. His hand swept across the carefully placed items. He took off his travelling clothes, slipping into light<b> jersey </font></b>pants, adjusted the heat to 75. He stood, savoring the moment. She walked in, barefoot, wearing a kimono. He could smell the scent of her hair, then her perfume, then her. She was aroused…He tried not to react. He wanted to throw her on the bed.. but the other part? Oh, the other part, wanted to make her wait, make her plead, make her beg…. She assumed the first position. He smiled. When she licked her lips, He reached for the bed post, seeking the control He would need. He moved to stand in front of her. He could feel her breath through the soft<b> jersey </font></b>of his pants. His hand rested on her hair. He could feel her trembling, as he opened the robe, exposing her body. “High kneel presentation” She moved into position with her hands locked behind her neck. He moved the kimono back, using the tie to hold it behind her. He picked up a long bamboo caning rod, running it through His hands, hardening when he heard her breath alter. Now behind her, he allowed himself to smile. Unhooking her arms, he pulled the kimono loose, tossing it aside. Her body reacted with a quake. The silence in the room lengthened. “Stand”  He held out a hand, she took it, rose, feet apart, and hands by her side, eyes lowered. “Have you arranged a place where you will be able to hold on securely?” She closed the bedroom door. He smiled at her ingenuity. “It’s a bit tight”. “The dresser rolls back Sir.” Ah, good. He placed her hands into the apparatus, pulled her body away from the door, settling her legs, spreading them wide. His hands moved under her body, roughly over her nipples, down her belly. She was ready. Dinner would have to wait. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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If not a honeymoon, is it an affair?  
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And be reheated, of course.
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Dinner can wait untill tomorrow  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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beautiful .. dinner can wait hugsssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Phew! Not many shades of grey here McWickster!!
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A nice warm dinner is so welcoming but priorities are priorities.  Vive La Difference
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Mercy! The anticipation of those moments! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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