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When a Crow becomes a Phoenix he says … Let’s set this fucking place on FIRE …
Oh so you think that you are just the cat’s ass tonight in that little red dress that I got you for the company Christmas party. I realize that it makes you look totally HOT, but I couldn’t help myself, after all you are the most beautiful woman on Earth, and why wouldn’t I want to take you in front of all my co-workers and brag about how lucky I am to have you. The Victoria’s Secret bag that was laying next to the bed, when I came in to tell you how gorgeous you are, was a nice touch by the way, as my mind has been totally fixated on what might be under the wrappings of my favorite Christmas gift, but you kinda did let the cat out of the proverbial Santa’s hat, when I saw the sexy lines up the back of your stockings as you went strutting by me. The fact that all of my coworkers are noticing them right now kinda makes me excited in the evil sort of way.
God you can be so incredibly charming, when you want to be sweetie, and I am thoroughly enjoying the way every person in this place is just oozing into your hands like warm play dough, but perhaps we should sit down for a bit, and I can point out the people to you that I think are real losers. You giggle at the idea, and scamper over to a table off to the side, and hop in the seat like a teenage girl on her first date. Damn if you only knew how adorable I find you some times. Within mere seconds of me sitting across from you, you have swept my hand up in yours, and the beautiful evening may now begin, in my eyes. I place my other hand over yours, and bring it up to my lips to give each one of your knuckles a gentle kiss, and you dreamily look at me with your face pointed downward and your eyes looking up, with a little bit of a blush on your face. Oh can it get any better than this?
You gently begin to raise my hand toward your lips to reciprocate, I would imagine, but it wasn’t exactly what I had foreseen, as your tongue finds its way around my finger, and begins to circle it. At first I am a little lost, as the erotic nature of you drawing my finger into your mouth and suckling at it, starts to arouse me in ways I never knew new existed. A little nervously, I look around to see most of the people here ignoring your little display of desire, aside from a few women, two of which look rather offended, the other one looks rather girlish, in the idea you gave her now too. You don’t let up in the least though, and if I were to say I wanted you too, I would be a liar. You suck my finger in while playing with it, inside of your mouth with your tongue, and then you simply start rolling your tongue around it. Never once have you moved your beautiful eyes from mine, and never once have I ever loved you more.
I should have known what was about to happen as you rather nonchalantly place our hands back down on the table, at just the moment that Mr. Smith comes over to the table. I haven’t introduced you yet, but you obviously could tell that he was a VP by the way you ceased, that which was making my mind wander so. I am forced to remove my hand from yours to reach up and shake his, and about two words into the small talk that he is starting to engage me in, I feel toes flickering around in my crotch, which makes my voice jump a little, but I recover as best I can. My face starts turning a pale red I am sure, but I do everything I can to act normal as you’re sexier than ever now, foot starts stroking, what is turning into a rather throbbing erection. My fingers on your tongue had gotten this started already; you just appear to be going in for the kill.
Mr. & Mrs. Johnson the Company President and his wife come over to engage in small talk too now, and your foot starts rubbing much more vigorously about my swollen shaft, and I know I am having a very hard time keeping a strait face. You on the other hand have no problem stroking me and pointing out to Mrs. Johnson how you love the beautiful floor length table cloths. Your being so incredibly evil, that I am far hornier, then I have ever been in my life, and you love it, but again I would be a total liar to say I am not as well. The fiendish glint in my eyes, and the smirk on my face that just arises as our audience walks away draws a smile of the whicked variety on your lips now, because you know that I am vindictive, especially when it comes to tease, and my hands have already reached down to start caressing your ankle under the table.
My hands start massaging your foot, feeling around every inch of it, and paying close attention to the look on your face, as my evil little mind and the bigger one inside of my skull gauge your reactions. You desperately try to remain stone faced through it all, but I happen upon the spot that makes your eyes move, just a little, but still toward that direction they move when I first enter you when we make love. My attention to the details of our romance have finally paid off as I start working my fingers into that spot on your foot that makes your eyes loll, and now I have them lolling quite passionately. My thumbs press in forcefully, yet not to rough to make it hurt, not to softly to make it tickle, and you start to go into a semi- orgasmic trance, which makes me feel bold enough to ask the question “So what was in the Victoria’s Bag, my love?”
You simply give me that whicked smile, and let out a soft little moan, that leads into a sort of purr, as my fingers work on that spot, and my other hand has started caressing your ankle quite sinfully as well. Your head tosses back a little and this next moan is a bit louder, as if you are daring me to give you an orgasm right here in front of everyone. You don’t know me very well if you don’t think I will do it, but you have always been a lot craftier than me, as your other foot finds it’s way into my crotch, and with the very long, pronounced stroke along my shaft, you say in the sexiest voice that has ever left your lips “All you need to know are that the panties are still in it” right before you flail your head back and give out a rather loud moan, that actually attracts a lot of attention. “I hope you have the key to the room handy, because there or here, you are going to be making wild love to me in 5 minutes” and that look in your eyes, and the seriousness in your voice prompts me to stand up almost immediately. Just about all of the room is staring at us, at this point, but who cares, I had brought you here to show you off in the first place didn’t I?
With your hand clasped in mine you take your time standing up, in that oh so sexy way, which just screams “FUCK ME” as you place your shoes on each foot, making damn well that I see how sexy you are in your stockings, and that cute little dress. When you finally do stand, the men in the room look as if they are going to cheer and the women appear as if they are going to throw things at you. Your next little stunt to make the room gasp, is when you sidle up beside me and bite my ear, which sends ripples of pleasure throughout my body, and forces me to totally forget that we are surrounded by 60 of my co-workers, as I grab you in my arms and kiss you so passionately, that your left foot comes completely off the floor. Our tongues dancing together, who could care less what any of these people think, as I have the woman of my dreams in my arms, and sooner or later, I am going to be making love to her in the room we have upstairs, but then I would have to take my lips away from you, and I’m not quite ready for that yet. ;8o)
Nothing that was printed here was intended to offend anyone, and if it did, fuck ya, you begged for it. If you believe that there are some measures that can be taken to change me, then please feel free to pray for me, and while you are at it yourself, because you read this far, and if you hated every minute of it, then you are an idiot, not me, or the other people who like what I have to say! .. Jeremy
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