| Straight: Exotic Erotic: Reflections (1/5) |
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Reflections by Shinzon and Barenecessity ‘Like a flower waiting to bloom; Like a light bulb in a dark room; I'm here waiting for you to come on home; and turn me on’ … While the lovely voice of Norah Jones played softly in the background, Dan and Rachel swayed in unison before the full length mirror, their dance mimicked by the candlelight thrown shadows. With her arms resting atop his, she relaxed into his embrace, closed her eyes and playfully brushed her buttocks against his groin. Smiling in return, he buried his face against her dark, thick hair, deeply inhaling the subtle aroma of her shampoo and freshly bathed skin. “I’m dying to see you naked,” Dan whispered, his southern accent lingering in the air. “Do something about it!” Rachel teased, her voice soft and coaxing, daring him with every syllable. Despite their need to get ready for tonight’s party, Dan quickly became absorbed in more important matters; however, he knew she wouldn’t just give it up—at least not without a fight. It was part of her nature after all, and it didn’t really matter who needed who or how badly. Rachel had struggled for everything in her life and rarely submitted to anything without a tussle; submissiveness just wasn’t in her genetic makeup. If nothing else, she’d put on a pretense of strength just to avoid appearing weak. If he wanted her, he’d have to take the fight to her; otherwise she’d lose respect in him and her interest would quickly dwindle. Tonight was no different. As she gazed at the sensual image in the mirror, her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. She marveled at the sensuous gentleness of his big hands as they worked their magic unfastening the tiny delicate pearl buttons of her blouse. She shuddered imperceptibly, reveling in his caress as he methodically freed them one by one. As the final button was undone, she stood spellbound, watching her chest heave with increasing anticipation. Her lover wasn’t afraid of hard work or a good fight and his callused hands were indicative of his life. Over the last several years, she had experienced his tenderness and strength many times. One particular night, she railed against him, challenging his authority and control as she was prone to do. Unfortunately, she pushed him a bit too far, prompting him to respond according to his nature and he ended up forcefully bending her over his knee, and spanking her bare ass good and proper. She replayed those exciting events in her mind and quickly became lost in reverie. “Focus,” he said, his low, demanding tone snapped her back to reality. She moaned softly as he opened her blouse, exposing the fullness of her breasts. Her eyes rapidly scanned the reflection before meeting him in a long unwavering stare. Nary a sound was uttered, yet volumes were exchanged. His rakish smile was a tell-tale sign of their unspoken dialog as well as his own intentions. “Focus hell,” she murmured, watching his eyes devour her nakedness as the sheer blouse slid down over her arms. As the material fell to the floor, his hands encircled her waist, and slowly inched their way upward. He began to unfasten her strapless bra but paused briefly to gage her reaction. A hint of a smile formed on her lips as he removed and tossed the lacy brassiere aside. Continuing to watch her face |
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Sizzling!
