Saturday, July 16, 2011

Mistress As A Tomato By Lady Thalia

The Mistress as the Tomatoe

You see her there on the vine, plumb, red, alluring, inviting, teasing you as the sun reflects off her cherry red flesh as you near her you can smell her, teasing your senses, inviting you to come closer to touch her, her smooth sleek skin waiting to feel the pluck from the vine she calls you come closer
you move towards her, smiling as you close your eyes tasting her as her juices run down your mouth, you move closer and closer your hand slowly reaches out you touch her you withdraw for a second, feeling the heat you smile she is ripe you touch her again this time you yank once, taking her off her vine she is yours you put your lips against her, smelling the freshness, being intoxicated by her scent you wipe her gently feeling her smooth contours: you take her over by the fountain, you gently put her under the cold water washing her, preparing her, smiling knowing in a few moments she will be yours you bring her slowly towards your lips your lips encircle her your tongue plays with her you take a smalle nibble intoxicated by the taste you bite into her juices flowing everywere you close your eyes and smile you taste the sweetness like nectar drawing your to want more and more the juices so flowing down you lips she is yours
your prize
you smile
the end
Written by Thalia Pleides

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