Age of Grace

Silver hair brushed back gracefully
Elegance of a certain age
The radiance of long distinguished beauty
She knows intimacy intimately

There is potency in her ecstasy 
In six inch heels she’s extremely sexy
Confident in her femininity 
Many times her heart has been broken
Still she loves profoundly deeply 
She is a graceful woman
She’s a woman in all her glory

Size 7

Size seven heaven grace petite feet — through an opening newly pedicured toes peep. Six inch heels give the beauty of feminine subtly the perfect arch. In pointed toe stilettos through hellfire a woman could walk. A cocktail dress and flats do not go together like oil and water — after an invite to a New York City rooftop party, a trip to Nine West is always in order, or Saks Fifth Avenue for even more desired attire. Over form-fitting denim, stiletto heeled thigh high boots set the streets on fire. Scuffing newly purchased “So Kate” Louboutin’s is almost a sin; the contrast of black leather against red soles is almost amazing. “Hi, I’d like to try these on in size seven,” says a beautiful woman wearing a black V-neck backless mini-dress and Chanel pearl stud earrings. Heavy makeup is not her thing, but frequent trips to Barneys New York was when it was open. People compliment her on the fragrance she’s wearing, her dress and the heels that adorn her. The shoe salesperson says, “If they’re too tight, you can go a half-size bigger;” she says, “Thank you, I know, but never.”

Crema Dulce

The savor of ecstasy is pleasurable like the taste of sweet cream slowly poured over freshly harvested and perfectly ripened deep red strawberries, or like heavy whipping cream in the highest quality rich dark Colombian coffee, sweetened flawlessly. Climactic eruption always happens with the use of a skilled tongue and fingers drenched with the passion of penetration. The feeling of oncoming explosive ecstasy is felt with distinct erotic vibrations. It could happen with deep breathing and euphoric screaming; it could happen with uncontrollable shaking and profoundly intimate whisperings. If a woman’s sexual senses are heightened enough, it could happen within seconds of her erogenous zones being touched. It is a thing of beauty to witness a woman orgasm in the depths of erotic immersion. Moments of unforgettable pleasure will be replayed in her thoughts forever. To know her body thoroughly is to know the sweetness of her, but it is only true rapture that will draw out her nectar. Soft kisses between her thighs while looking into her eyes intently, is the key that unlocks one of several doors that lead to full discovery of her erotic mystery. The sweet taste of her is savored like Dolce de leche lingering on taste buds…so what then is the makeup of her essence? It is the mint freshness of her breath, the sensual womanhood of her breasts, her intimate spirit that vastly transcends mere sex, the prettiness of her feet that makes her goddess like aura complete, the love in her eyes that is immeasurably deep, the way her hair flows over pillows when she is asleep, the wonderful scent of her hair as if washed with heaven’s joyous tears, the heart shaped lips through which beautiful whispers are spoken and the beauty and strength of her spirit that can never be broken. She is a glorious culmination of all things feminine, like the way she sits on the edge of her bed and moisturizes her skin or the way she puts in her pear shaped stud diamond earrings. She is sweet. She is indeed sweet like crema dulce, a mouth watering craving enjoyed thoroughly and immeasurably.

Beautifully Feminine

I adore your femininity. Allow me to wash you hair gently, kissing you intermittently and applying your favorite brand of conditioner. I know it’s something simple, but you look beautiful with your hair wrapped in a towel after a long hot shower. When you curl your hair it reminds me of my grandmother, using her hair pins and rollers. The fresh scent of conditioner and shampoo on you flame desires within me. If you’re too busy to get your feet professionally done, you do your own pedicures with exquisite perfection. Sometimes, you even allow the colors of your manicures and pedicures to be my decision. You know that my favorite colors on you are dark purple, flamingo hot pink, beige cream and plum. Gloss polish is brushed on sanded and filed toes with precision. Curled hair that falls past your shoulders is beautiful and feminine; you look absolutely stunning when you put in your diamond earrings. Smooth moisturized legs without stockings, look so sexy in heels, size seven. If I may say again, it is so subtly beautiful and feminine — like lipstick from a lip imprint on a white napkin. At the end of the day, I massage your feet draped with gold anklets; your perfume still floral and heavenly, erotically intoxicates me. I sit and watch as you slowly take off your makeup in your vanity as you speak to me lovingly. 

Beautifully Delicate

She is the embodiment of femininity undeniably, a woman that exudes tranquility and sensuality perfectly, easily conveying hints of the depths of her ecstasy subtly; soft lights highlight the contours of her ethereal body flawlessly. Soft kisses and pink rose petals fall upon angelic beauty delicately.

Goddess Rising

The most eloquent poetry could never fully capture the true depths of the essence of her femininity. A woman poses sensually, pausing for effect visually, but only briefly. In simple words, she is sexy; she is so sexy. She exudes elegance naturally, with an erotic proclivity that manifests verbally, and even more so, in intense intimacy. There is nothing added to her body for enhancing effect, additionally — she is a goddess rising in constant transcendency.

Self–Pleasure

Erotic euphoria allows no room for deep contemplation as the body submits fully to passionate rhythms of unwavering stimulation — erect nipples and flowing wetness signify the depth of anticipation, because it has been done so many times before in the comfort of privacy, allowing for sensual expression that is expressed sometimes quietly but most often loudly. Remembering her last intense fucking, she utters, Fuck my pussy, with a large object inside her and her twitching clitoris being massaged expertly by experienced fingers; her left hand slowly moves up to rub and lightly pinch nipples that well know the feeling of the tip of an eager tongue. Imagining him there, she whispers, Please make me cum, not stopping her erotic rhythm for anything or for anyone. What would her high society friends and acquaintances think if they knew that she tasted herself eagerly, licking the wet passion slowly with the tip of her tongue? The beauty of her expression is that she doesn’t give a fuck. She loves telling her lover that she wants to be fucked upon seeing the girth of his cock that she so likes to get on her knees and suck. The lingering taste of him intensifies her want. She opens her legs a little wider to deepen what is vibrating inside her, intently moving her fingers over what is most receptive to pleasure. Her subtle beauty is her femininity and the womanhood of her. To true pleasure, she is no stranger. She is accustomed to marathon fucking and well hung men with stamina. She lies in her bed; her leg hanging off the edge. Her hair flowing into soft pillows, like a vast ocean at the mouth of many rivers. When the height of pleasure finally finds her, there are no words that she can utter. Her pupils dilate. Her body shudders.

To Know Beauty

The stillness of her sentiment is something unfathomably beautiful. An angel closes her eyes and is immersed in the rapture of deeply intimate thoughts, her head slightly tilted to the side — her hair draped gracefully like the branches and leaves of weeping willow trees nestled in the rapture of a spring breeze set over a peaceful stream that flows endlessly in wondrous dreams. Black silk rests on her feminine curves like snowcapped mountains graced with light snow undisturbed. Her spirit animal is the Crowned Eagle, soaring to that celestial place in the company of thousands of white winged angels. To look upon her and see only outer beauty is to see the surface of the sea but never dive into its depths to explore its prodigious mystery. She transcends in tranquility. The essence of who she is, is displayed silently. Gaze upon her glory; yes, gaze upon a woman who wept constantly but found her victory. See in her what others couldn’t see — close yours eyes, and breathe deeply. Dream with her; witness the gorgeous illustrations of her soul. View the writings of her heart where falling tears narrated the biography of her sorrow. See that she is truly beautiful. See that she is truly beautiful.

Do eyes not fall upon her femininity and marvel?

In her movements, is she not graceful?

When the sunlight highlights the strands of her hair
is she not an angel?

Are the depths of her heart not wonderful?

Are her kisses not passionate and sensual?

Is the essence of all that she is not beautiful?

Alessia’s Elegance

Her dripping elegance and subtle sensual elements are a commanding presence that shows a distinct feminine strength and unsurpassable confidence. She is well versed in politics, business, haute couture, literature, and world events. She enjoys frequent sex and kinkiness complete with black lace, ropes and whips — and she doesn’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. She masturbates at least once a day; twice, if she has more time to play. Her two favorite vibrators are her best friends, and she has no inhibitions about using them. She is particular in who she selects in men, and she generally doesn’t keep other women as friends. She likes nice things, but she is still cognizant of what she spends. Daily, she turns down dogged pursuits by several men. She is a once divorced woman with no intention of ever getting married again. She is sexy, but to truly know her, is to hear the utterances of her heart and to discover the love she truly wants. She is sensual and desirable, but to sincerely converse with her, is to know her beauty on a transcendent level. Some disparage her with hurtful whispers and say things to others about her that are malicious; but still, she lives boldly, comfortable in the woman she is, stepping flawlessly in six inch stiletto heels, and radiant in the light of her spirit that her gorgeous smile reveals.