The flower market
Flowers are my all-time weakness; I adore them. A form of passion for blooms prevails in me. That evening I was all alone to buy some flowers, when you showed up to shop, wearing your best outfit. Both of us were that attracted at once. While walking through the crowded, lane you pampered my palms silently. Sensing your intention, I walked with you. Reaching your lonely living room, you stripped me hastily, astonishing my tranquility. Slithering on me, you murmured something that I couldn’t comprehend while sailing through the heaven of sensual pleasure. The hall went silent; only my moaning echoed everywhere. You were literally flying in the world of ecstasy, breathing out the hot wind of lust. The dew drops on your face surfaced while your passion heated up your blood vessels. The tornado in you finally retreated, leaving a lull. For the first time, you had satiated your hidden cravings in lust.
Once again; because your lusting storm is enthralling.
Brandi xoxo
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