Rafting
Sunday, November 29th, 2009The deferred picnic trip finally reached the bottom of the mountain just as the sun was tilting towards the west.
Sitting in the bus you were staring at me as if you were greedily spellbound and engrossed with the Diva in me, so natural. Filling, the suppressed volcanic eruption of lust thats always trying to spill out on and off you stood waiting for a moment to talk to me. When I sat at the quiet shore of the small brook hastily dipping my feet in the water your came near and it was astounding.
The honey wet sweet words of yours were pampering and I could feel your lingering lust eyes as they were plodding on my fleshy seductive body. Slowly we vanished behind the tallest rock where the festivity of lust stormed on me. This was the first time your veiled lust under shyness erupted, plowing on me waking up every point of sensual feeling. The man in you woke up igniting the vampire ecstasy. It flew up to the sky where both of us slithered upon each other dipping in the nectar of pleasure.
When will you come again?
The world of lust is always standing in full blossom.
Brandi xoxo
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