What is it about this bleddy chic that beguiles and captivates me, and draws me back to her time and time again?

Is it that pair of fine trim ebony calves teetering on spike-sharp stilettos, the curve of the shoe's high sole emphasising the snaking muscles that ripple down the back of her legs as she struts along the passage in front of me?

Is it the shape and form of those wonderfully svelte, strong raven thighs and the way that the one silkily caresses the other as she walks, silently, teasingly, knowingly?

Is it the shape and size of her curvy bottom, petite and tight and taunting in those miniscule flimsy see-through pale pink panties?

What about her breasts? I could write a whole fucking novel about those breasts. Tiny, pert, sleek and pointed. Tightly outlined in a form fitting blouse, or peaking teasingly from a loose silk collar, or harnessed by a sexy sensual satin bra... or planning their escape from a tight form fitting T-shirt?

And then there are the those nipples... oh my god... those fucking nipples. Permanently hard and spiked and coffee-liqueur... and sharp as a scalpel.

And then, of course, there is that mystical and enigmatic slit hidden deep at the juncture of her trim thighs. Small and neat and smooth and tight and trim and shy... just like the rest of her.

And it doesn't stop there!

Is it the curve of her spine, the thrust of her shoulders or the hollow of her back? Could it be the cleft of her collar bone, the length of her neck, the regal tilt of her head, the swing of her slim arms or the form of her lean smooth wrists?

Perhaps it is the thrust and lilt of her woman hips, the fine contours of her waist, the plane of her flat belly or the ambit of her chin?

Her skin? Sleek and lustrous and unblemished and jet and cool.

Her eyes? Sloe and almond and fiery and black.

Take all of these features and combine them into one, add a dose of proud aloofness and a somewhat dismissive attitude... and a sprinkled glitter of pure unadulterated sex appeal....

Zulu Princess holds me in her thrawl.

She is my Ruler, and I am her abject, willing, drooling slave!