I Welcomed her to my world
The music is pounding, the bass thrumming against the walls, against boundaries of my body. The air is rich with the spicy scent of heated anticipation.She knows what I want, yet she lingers over make up stand.Her back is arched, her heels are high and her stockings' seam is perfectly straight. She is always perfect.Her smile, her hair, her fingers, her manners.Tonight, she will be more than perfect.She drops her credit cards, keys and cell phone.She removes her make up, clip on hair, contact...