Friday, February 5, 2021

2—1990 SWINGING FROM CHANDELIERS

Emboldened as never before, she posed in the doorway until he glanced up at which time she with the dark, glossy, shoulder-length mane sauntered right past him without so much as a glance, and leaning toward the mirror above the sink with lipstick in hand, she refreshed the moist creaminess of ruby red across the fullness of her lips followed by studying her reflection while intuition suggested his eyes had not strayed away ...

In truth, she was a beginner at seduction and in need of reassurance, so the blue of her darkly lashed eyes slid, momentarily, from the mirror toward the man, sitting beside the sink.  As his stunned expression confirmed the startling effect of her transformation, he, who had shared her bed for twenty-five years, watched her lips curl into a Cheshire grin.


Noting the man staring incredulously at this sensuous, scantily clad, feline creature, she brazenly accentuated the tremulous pout of her full bottom lip as an upsurge of courage—speaking volumes of what lay directly ahead—observed his eyes running up and down her body, taking in three triangles of black, satin lace barely covering the swell of her curves above her graceful waist and below—and as their eyes locked—


His hand shot out to touch till her voice torched the air with:  Not so fast!  Look now, touch later ... and with that tantalizing promise lingering in the air, this cat-like creature, casting a come-hither glance at the man, slipped out of the door so lithely that only the musk of her fragrance lingered when he, tuning into Bolero, made haste as tissue paper began to roll ... And within seconds, a spell binding table dance, captivating his eye, entranced his mind so completely as to ignite a night smoldering with passion beyond compare as not a hint of wife or mother was to be seen in his bed until the next day when, having awakened in their hotel room at high noon, he and she felt as though both had just emerged from the same utterly wanton, enchantingly erotic dream  ... 


If you wonder what catalyzed the woman's libido to fall into a coma, early on, only to awaken many years later, exchanging her white cotton Maidenform Bra for a black laced attitude so sensuous as to compel two bodies to intertwine in a dance proving so naturally provocative as to be just short of swinging from chandeliers—please stay tuned ... 🙋🏻‍♀️Annie

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