This one is for u Frank the tank...and for all others who know to dabble in that labelled

"Basic Instinct"...


The intrusion...an abduction

The Sunday afternoon peace intimidated into thoughts near addictive.
The soft skin of a willing lover, the warmth of surrender, a lust raw.

Yet, so cruelly passionately soft, caressing, alluring, in its innocent presentation of need.

How dare she intrude...

Her thighs straddling his legs.
Her sweet nectar deep within her womanness.
Soft...a pantiline clinging to that mound...hovering above his hardness.

The Sunday sun, all of a sudden too hot.
The afternoon too quiet...

No longer the appeal in the solitary peace felt a few minutes ago.
A welling of frustrated anger at himself for daring to be dragged into thoughts erotic.
His fists clenching against his desire to indulge deeper.

A sudden urge to jump up and growl ...
eyes sharp... focused.
He would have it .

Sunday would end the way it should ....being a part of her world.

RB.

It sounds that the experience of life will be celebrated.
Your clever use of words , making the experience also an intellectual journey, will certainly result in ultimately hedonistic bliss.
Off course the 2 of us must not only dream about this, we must make it happen

And your way with words. Gee you will have every purple reader begging you to
Tell me more! Tell me more!

U do know, Frank the tank, many a whispered suggestion i shall share with u...i love the beg, the moan, the groan

...as i say...and those that have been to me know this phrase of mine...


'...let ur voice go...GRUNT for me! Moan and beg me ...ask me to tell u more..."

I love..."telling more".

x