This is a sequel to Morning Mist.
It wasn’t that long ago when she actualized a long-lived fantasy; being nude outside in the fresh air and the early morning sunshine. Continue reading “Indecent morning mist”
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Morning mist
The sun was beckoning on the back porch through the gap in the curtains.
Glancing around her room she looked for her robe. It was hanging at the far end of the room, on a hook.
I can’t be bothered, she thought to herself and made her way to the bathroom naked. Continue reading “Morning mist”
Seductive exposure (part 4)
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) (part 2) and (part 3).
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He finally got his wish, I thought.
I turned around for him.
I could feel his eyes on me, from several feet away. Scanning me. Looking, but not touching.
My behind, bare and curvy, within reach of his touch. Continue reading “Seductive exposure (part 4)”
Seductive Exposure (part 3)
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) and (part 2).
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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.
Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 3)”
Seductive Exposure (part 2)
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).
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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.
It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.
He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.
When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.
Seductive Exposure (part 1)
“Take off your clothes,” he simply stated, in that matter-of-fact, confident tone of his.
I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 1)”
Seductive anticipation
The bed looks cold and uninviting. And yet, her body tingles.
She longs to shed her layers. Continue reading “Seductive anticipation”
Cassandra 