Looking into the mirror, touching up her makeup
Thoughts of the evening ahead pulsating through her,
Feeling alive, craving, hungering for the sweet release of sex.
The art of lovemaking was something she had mastered,
Sharing it with others, helping them reach levels of sexual satisfaction most had only dreamed of, was her passion
She inhaled deeply,
The scent of her sweet perfume mingled with her essence, slowly filling her lungs.
She was damp, the feel of her juices beginning to flow, exciting her even further.
She selected the black lace body stocking with care,
The feel of the lace against her skin was exquisite.
Material clinging to her amazing body with expert precision.
The small patch of heaven between her shapely legs was left bare.
Access to her hot pussy would be simple when she reached down,
Although the thought of her lovers on the screen shredding the material,
Tearing it from her skin, was something she also relished.
She allows her long, graceful hands to wander down the length of the lace clad leg, stopping in a simple yet breathtaking moment at her black and gold come fuck me pumps.
Sitting down, her pretty nails begin typing at the keyboard,
Welcoming them in,
These total strangers
Lovers with no faces, no names.
She longed for these precious stolen moments,
Perhaps as much as they did.
“Hi babe”,
The words appearing on the screen causing countless men,
And a few women,
To come alive with anticipation,
Excitement,
Living only for the moments that would lead them,
All of them,
To climax,
Perhaps in unison,
The idea alone likely rocking their worlds
as it did hers.
Let the fun begin, she said aloud,
Licking her glossy, luscious lips, crossing her legs,
Staring into the mirror,
Fully appreciating the sexual goddess that she was.
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