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.
She was a seedling that grew into a beautiful flower;
Born in December, she amazingly bloomed in the winter.
Her petals are bruised because she’s been hurt many times before,
But now she is lovingly watered — and under healing sunlight,
Rich and nurturing soil her long strong roots explore.
With vitriol, some call her whore — but their
Taunts trouble her beautiful and wondrous soul no more.
Radiantly, she towers over them with protective thorns on her stem;
They could never dare to even attempt to hold her ever again.
Beautiful rain falls on her delicate petals, and she is gorgeous.
They revile her publicly, but secretly they are jealous;
They boil in their anger because they could never have her.
Her glory is heavenly — radiantly, she blooms endlessly.
A woman touches herself, whispering the most lascivious sexual scenarios under her breath. She is wet — craving the width of a large cock that can reach her depths. She wants to be stretched. She lets out sensual sounds as she strikes herself with a black leather belt; welts on her ass and rear thighs, denote the pain that brings pleasure. After, she uses her vibrator, up and down the ridge of her sensitive clit. Imagining her ex lover’s skillful mouth and tongue, she whispers, Keep going; lick it baby — suck it. Please don’t stop; I want to cum. Harder with her vibrator she presses down; she wants his thickness inside her now. A large vibrating dildo beside her, is the surrogate for his cock. With her left hand she fucks herself, and with the right, on her clit, she finds the right spots. Feeling a nearing intense orgasm coming, she keeps whispering, Don’t stop. And she doesn’t, reaching her climax with her eyes closed — her body first shuddering, then unable to move as if in an erotic pose. The darkness covers her intense pleasure, but the darkness knows the depths of all her secret desires. She is on fire, releasing the end result of the deep passion and breathtaking lust that is within her. She is on fire. Her still wet pussy demands more; she whispers, Pull my hair, and fuck me like I’m your whore. Her ass begs to be slowly penetrated. The extent of her desire to have another orgasm cannot in any way be overstated. She wants to cum, again and again; she released at least twice before, but all she can think about is passionate fucking. The large dildo she purchased over a year ago, she starts sucking — licking around the head with an eager tongue then going deep as if she was really going down on her last boyfriend. She truly misses him, but his large throbbing cock is one of the reasons. She can lie to herself no longer; she wants him deep inside her. She wants to be taken from behind as his strong hands rub the deep contours of her spine. She wants to ride him hard and feel the strength and brawn of his shoulders underneath her arms. She wants him in her ass as she rubs her vagina. She wants to get on her knees and suck his thick cock until he can hold on no longer. She wants him to count down from ten, so they can release together. Still, in darkness, the taste and feeling of him lingers. Still, the darkness knows her passion and most secret desires.
Through the unbridled giving of pleasure,
he passionately expresses his love for her
and says three words in a beautiful whisper.
They are beautiful, especially when complimented by
open toe heels in the summer, but are appreciated
through all seasons, even in the cold of the winter.
They come in a wide variety of designs and colors
and can highlight a woman’s femininity like no other.
A pedicure can match the color of a dress wonderfully
and can be shown at any number of events, formally or informally.
In stiletto sandals, they are definitely breathtakingly sexy
and are a part of many men’s sexual fantasies.
During sex, they are often sucked and licked sensually
and can increase intense desire very easily.
Through sheer stockings, pedicures are often displayed teasingly
and can elicit many whispers and stares from many.
In the right colors and designs they can even be a source of envy.
It takes time and perfection to do them flawlessly;
the exfoliation of the soles and the polishing of toes
are often adored, and the whispers after are,
What a gorgeous pedicure.
Subtly, she seductively highlights
the hidden parts of her femininity.