Subtle, not garish.
Besides it smells of sweet cranberry.
Hanging up the towel pleasures chest, I fix my hair and face, and pleasures chest pad into the bedroom.
He’s pleasures chest sitting on the bed.
I jump a little pleasures chest, startled.
He’s wearing black leather pants and a vest – I could jump his bones right now, he looks so sexy!!
Oops!
It’s Master.
I drop to the floor, hands behind my hips, heels up, knees spread, eyes down.
“What does my Master wish?” I ask.
“Arise and come to me,” his master’s voice.
Well, I’ll try to tempt him quickly.
I’m needful and getting more so pleasures chest by the moment.
I walk toward pleasures chest him slowly, letting my weight settle on each leg pleasures chest, shifting the hip outward in a gentle sway.
I stand before him, begging his touch.
My nipples harden as I think of how his hands feel.
“Put your pleasures chest hands upon your head and turn around slowly,” he says pleasures chest.
It’s always a difficult maneuver so that one does not end looking clumsy and pigeon toed.
I rise on tip toes, cross my feet at the ankles, and slowly unwind before him.
My hands on my head leave breasts pointed directly at him.
They’re beginning pleasures chest to ache.
“Yes, Master,” I reply.
“Yes, Master,” I pout.
I feel a flush creeping down my neck.
I would give anything to feel his touch, his tongue, his lips on that skin.
Facing him, his eyes devour me.
As if he pleasures chest were supping after a long journey, I feel his eyes draw me into his being – as if he didn’t see me every day.
I marvel at this delight that he is.
His hand moves to my breast, lifting it, stroking one pleasures chest then the other.
I shiver, inhale and arch my back into the touch of his hands.
