The Summer Wedding
The wedding night sparkled with bright lights and joyous music. You had come early and retreated from the revelry awhile to smoke a cigar in a comfortable chair. You were a novice I could tell, and yet you were serene, at peace with yourself. The older men in the crowd strutted around, eager to attract someone, or perhaps everyone. The blood in your veins ran hotter, though, and you found a place to sit just opposite me. Your eyes were drawn toward me like heat through an open window, now and then scrutinizing the softness of my skin or my gently curving thighs. They were alluring and attractive for every man. I pretended not seeing you. Then, offering a drink, you started talking with me. I hesitated, but then saw waves of lust in your eyes. The passion was rising, storming in your veins to burst out. I sensed the vitality and life in your blood. We disappeared into a secluded place where your hands aroused me and released a raging storm. The ravenous adventure of your ecstasy reveled for the first time, and you relished every moment. The emotion was at its highest vibration, and then the lust burst into fireworks. A celebration of lust! What else? Come again. You need it again.
See you soon, Brandi xoxo
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