A client came the other day who just made me feel like a whole women. Sing it Aretha, girl I’m so feeling you....
Anyway, enters an older, wiser, sexier Mr. Smooth. He’s dressed sexy casual, textbook Autumn in Canada. So hot in his flannel shirt I wished I’d know to match his look in some tight jeans and gaping button up top. I would have done this right with some melted Brie, a boutique whiskey. I guess that’s for the do-over. Today I had a nice high-end scotch for my guy and dressed in a dangerously tiny black dress.
We have the greatest catch-up conversation about business & life. I love to bits my smart business guys, we get going on dreams but also on the pragmatics of how to make it all happen. We both learn from each other but haha I can see he’s having trouble focusing. As it should be I get all over him like a cat in heat. The brains have immediately stimulated everything else obviously lol.
We stroll to the ladies’ boudoir. So intense and seductive getting to naked. I’m enjoying every difficult button and his beautifully-worn belt which I easily slide off thinking how hot that bad boy would snap on my ass or softly loop my neck (but it’s not that kinda date
) and yep that’s super exclusive behaviour.
I slip off one sexy thing revealing another sexy thing over top of my naturally sexy things in Russian doll style. I’m not Russian, but Ukrainian and so my veins run a little vodka and I tend to be a little on the direct side of the argument.
We’re up close and personal now, I’m seeing so many features I adore. Beautiful sharp bone structure, a sexy little mole. This annoys me, grrr too sexy, I don’t always like giving away this small power concession but he extracts it in his lovely unassuming way. He lets me do my thing which totally opens up my engine. I’m purring now pretty seriously and want to bring my man into my mind and body.
Down, down the B-52s bass in my ears. Thank god no one can hear my crack-pot thoughts. And yet underneath these waves something grows as hard as a rock lobster, I sort of remember a giant clam, there was motion in the ocean, everyone was fruggin’ whatever that means and good god boys in bikinis might have been baking potatoes (that part is admittedly a possible acid flash-back). Anyway waves were made.
Much beached-out ecstasy. An attempt to revive us both but haha we were still jellyfish and happy to lie together in the sun for another moment of bliss twisted limbs.
We part our day of dreams with great reluctance but knowing more good times are ahead and feeling a kind a deep satisfaction you feel when only tasting the fillet of a lover and none of the gristle. We’re both of an age of not being so needy and can just enjoy our sweet moment under the waves. It’s all good with this lover and I only want more of him always.
Anyway, enters an older, wiser, sexier Mr. Smooth. He’s dressed sexy casual, textbook Autumn in Canada. So hot in his flannel shirt I wished I’d know to match his look in some tight jeans and gaping button up top. I would have done this right with some melted Brie, a boutique whiskey. I guess that’s for the do-over. Today I had a nice high-end scotch for my guy and dressed in a dangerously tiny black dress.
We have the greatest catch-up conversation about business & life. I love to bits my smart business guys, we get going on dreams but also on the pragmatics of how to make it all happen. We both learn from each other but haha I can see he’s having trouble focusing. As it should be I get all over him like a cat in heat. The brains have immediately stimulated everything else obviously lol.
We stroll to the ladies’ boudoir. So intense and seductive getting to naked. I’m enjoying every difficult button and his beautifully-worn belt which I easily slide off thinking how hot that bad boy would snap on my ass or softly loop my neck (but it’s not that kinda date
) and yep that’s super exclusive behaviour.I slip off one sexy thing revealing another sexy thing over top of my naturally sexy things in Russian doll style. I’m not Russian, but Ukrainian and so my veins run a little vodka and I tend to be a little on the direct side of the argument.
We’re up close and personal now, I’m seeing so many features I adore. Beautiful sharp bone structure, a sexy little mole. This annoys me, grrr too sexy, I don’t always like giving away this small power concession but he extracts it in his lovely unassuming way. He lets me do my thing which totally opens up my engine. I’m purring now pretty seriously and want to bring my man into my mind and body.
Down, down the B-52s bass in my ears. Thank god no one can hear my crack-pot thoughts. And yet underneath these waves something grows as hard as a rock lobster, I sort of remember a giant clam, there was motion in the ocean, everyone was fruggin’ whatever that means and good god boys in bikinis might have been baking potatoes (that part is admittedly a possible acid flash-back). Anyway waves were made.
Much beached-out ecstasy. An attempt to revive us both but haha we were still jellyfish and happy to lie together in the sun for another moment of bliss twisted limbs.
We part our day of dreams with great reluctance but knowing more good times are ahead and feeling a kind a deep satisfaction you feel when only tasting the fillet of a lover and none of the gristle. We’re both of an age of not being so needy and can just enjoy our sweet moment under the waves. It’s all good with this lover and I only want more of him always.
