I finished my hair with just enough time to stop by the shoe repair shop before heading to the airport to catch my flight. I leisurely pulled into the parking lot of the shop, happy to be able to wear my pumps again. I could sense him coming behind me as I stepped out of my car. I didn’t catch a glimpse of his face as he gently played in my hair, licked my skin with the velvety softness of a most divine silk and cashmere blend, and sang sweet melodic whispers in my ear. As I turned to face him, he breezed beneath my dress, causing it to flutter and rise. I hurriedly attempted to lower the hem while being overcome by a blushing fit that was futile to fight. He disappeared into the steaminess of the atmosphere, leaving me there alone blushing and looking around to see if anyone had witnessed our saucy interlude. I felt so sexy holding a dirty little secret wrapped in exhibitionism. How did that naughty gust of wind know I was wearing no panties?
That gust of wind was just trying to be fresh.
ReplyDeleteHaha, indeed it was. LOL
DeleteHaving written a few poems in my day, some even about the effects of the wind, I somehow knew where you were going with this... However, the slow & deliberate velocity of your verbiage, coupled with your own uniquely erotic twist was indeed a very cool & poetic move.
ReplyDeleteIn short: I digs.
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Even your reply was entrancing. LOL. Thank you
DeleteChantay! This post is so boss! The ending caught me by surprise. Lol. Loved it, though. In fact, I loved it so much that I read it twice. Damn sex kitten!
ReplyDeleteThanks D! Sex kitten? Well...you know. LOL ;)
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