What is it about this blerry 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 razor sharp stilettos, the curve of the shoe’s high sole serving to emphasize the snaking muscles 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 and knowingly?

Is it the shape and size of her small bubble-butt... 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 her 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 thighs. Small and neat and smooth and tight and trim and shy... just like the rest of her. And wet!!

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 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!

Now if I 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... I come up with my Haughty Zulu Princess!!

Zulu Princess has been back in town for a couple of days before heading off to Durban... and one alluring little sms from her has me there in a shot!!! She was absolutely wonderful tonight... passionate and sleek and sensual and sexy, and she has reaffirmed her position as my all time favorite working-girl.

I have lost track of the number of times I have visited this sexy girl, certainly more than ten or twelve this year, and each time I do so I come away wondering why? Not because I don’t have a good time with her, or because the interaction and sensuality is poor... but simply because of that attitude!!!! It is an aloofness, and perhaps a disdain for me as a mere mortal man, a disdain which recognizes that I WILL be back each time she snaps her fucking sexy little fingers! And yes she is haughty... haughty and naughty! Zulu Princess moves around a bit, East London, Pmb and Durban, so she is not always around when I have a yearning for her, but each time she comes back to my area, I wend my way back to her like a docile puppy!

Maybe I just like haughty? Perhaps attitude is sexy?

That aloofness?

I just friggin love it !!!

'Tis well that this Zulu damsel considers WW a worthy votary of her charms.
Spare a thought for my unrequited lust for Ms.Claire Holidae!

Mr White , I can only appaud your splendid writing. I am sure that all your posts can be put into a bundle of short stories. I sure as hell would make that prescribed reading to all.

My apologies for digressing from your Zulu princess, but seeing that you did wish me happy Holidaes and Ben opened the door.....

Ben , ek probeer op geen manier vermakerig wees nie, maar aangesien ons albei se gunsteling dame Claire Holidae is, laat my toe om n bietjie uit te brei.

Ek kom nou net terug van n uur besoek aan Claire wat op die ou einde n twee en n half uur besoek geraak het. Haar reuk sit nog op my vel en klere, en daar is geen manier dat ek vanaand gaan stort voor ek in die bed klim nie, ek wil haar nog more=oggend ook ruik.

Wat kan ek se anders as die feit dat ek nou al my derde besoek aan haar gehad het binne een week, en gelukkig is Desember maande bonus tyd , anders was ek nou al bankrot. Maar so maak n mens maar n plan met die finansies, maar die "jukkerigheid" wat haarself Claire noem , moet gekrap word.

Ek verdwyn gelukkig more terug in my kassie, so ek het tyd om van n afstand perspektief op die saak te kry. Dit neem as n algemen reel 40 dae om n gewoonte te skep of te breek , ek is nou by drie, so sy is nog nie n gewoonte nie, maar ek dink ek moet bekommerd raak as ek verder as 10 gaan.

Mnr White het n baie goeie punt beet dat hy aangetrokke is tot die "attitude" van sy Zulu prinses, net soos ek ook aangetrek word deur haar houding. Sy is nie naby my tipe vrou nie, maar steeds is dit daardie houding van haar wat my soos n mot na die spreekwoordelike vlam toe trek.

Net n voorbeeld: ek het twee bottels wyn by haar gelos, en my afspraak was reeds eergister bevestig. Gewoonlik in die bedryf moet jy maar eers weer op die dag bel , en weer n uur voor die tyd net om seker te maak dat jou afspraak nog steeds geldig is. Ek het nie gebel nie, maar vol vertroue die lang pad aangedurf. Op pad krty ek die volgende sms : Is it safe to open the bottle of wine to let it breathe? .

Menere, dit is diens van die hoogste gehalte.

Mr White , sorry for hijacking your thread, please blame Ben. He pressed the correct activation code.

Cheers

WW, a name & site-hint would allow someone <moi!> to find this delectable Princess. She sounds like someone I know, and I'm curious to see if she may look same also...

Uncle Ben, as you well know, it is ONLY the shape, size and crispness of my Randelas that make Zulu Princess amicable to sharing her lithe sensual body with me, and it has absolutely nothing to do with her considering me a worthy votary of her charms! The one good thing about unrequited lust however, is that it can always be temporarily assuaged deep between the petalled damp thighs of one or another Holidae clone! There will always be another... and probably even better... sylphlike snowy seductress! If she resists your advances, that is by all means her loss... and a dent to her personal bank statement!

I too harbor unrequited lust... for a particularly sensual cerebral sophisticated and erotic damsel with the body of a ebony goddess and the voice of a golden nightingale... by the name of Yvonne! However the chances of my completing a voyage to Kensington where she holds sway, and us ever sharing our gonads, is about as rare as a Rossia-n brain cell, and I might as well be on a different planet for all the good my craving does for me! Yet hope floats... and my dreams of her buoy me through my long tedious and mundane days of car guarding on the Port Edwardian beach front!

Happy punting Ben!

Oh, stop, stop, stop! I am going crazy! WW, you have so perfectly summed up the all-consuming, addictive attraction of African womanhood. I want her name, her number - but why, I live at the other end of the country and she will never come within my orbit. But why, again? I am - we all are - surrounded by thousands of these exquisite paragons of sexual delight. African men, why on earth do you hanker after pale-skinned totty? Ben Layden, what on earth is it that you see in white feet? You all have at your disposal the finest, most alluring specimens of female humanity on the face of the planet. Don’t you realise how unbelievably f***ing lucky you are?

White people are only white (actually blue-streaked pink) because otherwise their primaeval ancestors would have died from lack of vitamin D. That’s it. That’s all there is to it! God Himself designed and intended us to be of a darker hue. I am merely seconding His divine opinion. (Okay, He believed in virgin birth, which I don’t, but that’s a separate issue.)

Chmok, at the risk of losing my citizenship to the Purple Planet, I will not divulge on this forum Zulu Princess's advertiser name or indeed the site on which she advertises (The site with no name)

But I will pm you the details!

Chmok, I will NEVER know how you managed to figure out who HZP is from my description!! But well done anyway!

Perhaps it was the "small neat smooth trim shy slit" that gave it away? Lol!!

Boobs & Fingerprints are all uniquely sculpted, and these are very much indeed so. So, go compliment yourself on your sterling writing skills. Few dark boobs are haughty though. I only know of 3 such pairs, 2 of which are in gunpoint... so chances were fairly fair.

"Maybe I just like haughty? Perhaps attitude is sexy?"
I do & Yes, we seem to share bits ;-)

@chimok and WhiteWhite . You guy kill me. Really !rolling on the floor laughing.