Dance class
Your reclusive nature was your born enemy. You had always failed to expose your passion to other woman. But as the college vacation knocked at your door, you enrolled for the salsa dance class. I was a senior, cool among the other girls. My presence fed you with energy. You stood next to me as if I was your angel.
Later that evening while I was sitting with my friends, you called me up. Our talk went on and on. Eventually, you ended up in my lap. You were simply laying your head there and relaxing. I sensed that your desire was rising.
As the days passed, the magma in your veins was getting hotter. Your blood was throbbing with the pressure of lust, something you had been suppressing. I sensed it and encouraged you without hesitation.
Life is simple and beautiful. We shared exciting moments together. Finally, you knocked at my door one fine evening when the seagulls and the crows had retreated to their nests. Our festival of lust beat its drum at full pitch and you dipped into the lake of sensation.
Ha! What a pleasure life was filled with! Every time you came, I left you with sweet memories dipped in the nectar of lust.
You still you have more chances: come and do it!
Brandi xoxo
