Femintensity 2
Femintensity 2 By Cheryl Alison My face glowed. Lit by the fire of tension and blood flow, I projected my image out into the space of the room. She moved a soft brush to my lips, painting on the rose color carefully and tenderly. Each small stroke was a kiss. I was enraptured with the process and my mistress. When she finished my lips, she took a larger brush and began bringing out the glow in my cheeks. Circular motions hypnotized me. Every pore in my face was aware that my gender...