Wild Child

Wild Child

Friday, November 30, 2012

Damsel in Distress P6.

 
“You look ravishing tonight. Good enough to devour”, he says…
His voice deeper then normal and almost eerie…
Not amused by his demeanor…
I giggle nervously…
“Oh Bill, you silly man ”…
He grabs a remote and turns on the radio…
Never taking his eyes off me…
He manages to find a jazz station…
He loves jazz…
“Perfect, sets the tone and matches my mood”, he whispers…
“Champagne, my sweet?”…
“That sounds lovely, I need to relax a bit”, I reply…
He goes to the bar and grabs a chilled bottle and proceeds to open it…
While he’s doing that I proceed to ask him…
“Where are we going anyway?”…
“The city” he replies…
“The city? Where in the city?”…
“No where in particular, maybe drive along the water”…
“That’s okay right? Thought we’d take advantage of the limo and enjoy each other’s company”, he asks…
“Yeah, I guess. Just a bit surprised is all. Not like you to do such surprises”…
“You’re, usually more”, I pause…
“Predictable?” he asks…
“Yes, I’m sorry”, I plead…
“No need to be. You’re absolutely right!”…
“I’m a creature of habit”, he replies almost sadly…
“Predictable is good. It makes me trust you so much more”, I say sincerely…
Placing enthusiasm behind my voice…
I would never want to break Bill's heart…
He pours the champagne…
Moves towards me…
Hands me my glass…
Sits down next to me…
“Let’s enjoy this ride”, he states…
“Sounds wonderful!”…
I raise my glass…
“To the sweetest of friends” I say, with pride…
“Cheers”, he says…
He puts his arm around me…
I cuddle along his chest and get comfy…
Tilt my head back a bit…
Resting on his shoulders…
Relax and sip my champagne…
As we drive through New York City…
We’re quiet for a bit…
The landscape is beautiful at night…
The lights…
The skyscrapers…

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Damsel in Distress P5.

 
The lighting was perfect …
Two televisions…
I sit on the couch and slide down to the end…
Bill gets in…
I lift my legs up and stretch them out on the couch…
Crossing them…
Lift my arms and spread them out along the cushions…
Limo pulls away from the curb…
The ride begins…
I completely lose myself in this atmosphere…
Not paying attention to him…
Looking through the windows…
“Excuse me for one second babe”, he says…
Moves up towards the driver…
Exchanges a few words with him…
Driver nods his head…
Turns around and looks at me…
Presses a lever…
And the tinted privacy window goes up…
Separating us from the driver…
Secluding us completely…
He moves his way towards me…
Sits on the couch…
Grins at me…
I smile…
Scans my body…
“Can I just say? You look luscious tonight?” …
“Thank you, I feel luscious”, I reply…
Looks at my body again…
Starts at my feet…
“Your shoes are hot! Almost dangerous looking”…
Lift my dress to expose my leg…
Lift my leg and twirl my feet back and forth…
Showing off the shoe…
Slowly works his way up…
My hips…
Stops at my caramel center…
They linger there…
I sense…
A danger…
How can that be? I think…
Probably just nerves…
Haven’t seen Bill in ages…
Animalistic…
My senses…
Like they’re warning me to flee…
I ignore it…
His gaze intense and still penetrating…
I feel hot there…
I cross my legs as a nervous reaction…
His eyes now wander upward to my breasts…
He’s making me feel self-conscious now…

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Damsel in Distress P4.

 
Hair loosely wrapped up with a comb…
Ringlets hanging loosing around the frame of my face…
Taking long strides…
So I can reach him quickly…
Dress blowing…
Feels refreshing…
Cross the street…
As I get close to the curb…
I hear his voice…
“Caramel, over here”, he yells…
I look around in the direction of the voice…
But, I don’t see him…
“Caramel, by the limo”, he yells again…
He standing inside the limo…
 Half his body out, from the sunroof…
I wave back to acknowledge him…
Silly man…
A limo? …
He disappears into the limo…
Pops out through the door…
Big grin on his face…
As I approach him…
Opens his arms wide…
I smile…
“Bill, how are you?”…
“I’m terrific now that you’re here in person”, he replies…
I open my arms and reach for him…
We give each other a big hug…
He lifts me up and twirls me around…
My legs almost hitting other people…
I laugh…
“Bill!!!”…
“What babe? Can’t a guy have a little fun with his favorite girl?” he responds…
Puts me down…
I almost fall over myself…
“You alright there? “ he asks…
“Of course, silly”
“Great, let’s go! In the limo you go”, he demands…
“Why the limo? And why did I come to pick you up, if you had a car service?” I ask…
“I wasn’t aware I’d have a limo, but since I do let’s enjoy it”, he says…
“Okay, sounds good”…
I climb in…
It’s beautiful inside…
Curved leather couch on left side…
Elongated bar on the right side…
They meet on the end towards the rear…
The windows are long and panoramic…
Center of the ceiling covered in mini lights like look like stars…
Along the border of the ceiling mini high-hat lights…

Monday, November 19, 2012

Damsel in Distress P3.

 
A few times I almost went over the edge…
And joined the mile high club…
Sort of…
But I paced myself…
And kept a slow burn going…
Which I can still feel now…
Mmmm, so good…
The sensual energy is like fuel…
Your photo…
Delicious…
I have to say again darling…
You are so beautiful…
The photo was sexy…
Captivating…
Can’t wait to see you…
Hear your voice…
Your voice is so damn sexy too…
Xoxoxox…
Ohhh, Bill…
How he makes me smile…
Almost to the airport…
Timing should be perfect…
By the time he gets his luggage…
And I arrive at the airport…
No downtime…
Ping…
Another text…
Where are you? …
Just pulling into the airport…
I text back…
I have a surprise…
Park your car in the terminal…
Why would I do that? I think …
How are we supposed to get back? …
I reply, why? …
He responds, just trust me…
Okay, no problem…
Hmmm…
What is he up to? …
I find a good parking spot pretty quickly…
I walk towards the terminal…
Very breezy right now…
Didn’t feel like this when I left the house…
I’m wearing a black long cotton halter dress…
Long open side slits…
Legs exposed…
Antiqued brass studding around the frame of the waist and top of the dress…
Five inch heals…
Strappy…
With studs also…
Wicked naughty looking…

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Damsel in Distress P2.

 
Your peak…
Which…
Must come …
From the tongue swirling…
To the lower lip Twirling…
Around the center of your pop…
In the center of my caramel…
Until we share the dessert…
The sweet gooey filling…
Of our beings…
Mmmmm…
Delicious…
I’ll be waiting for you at the airport…
Phew! …
Don’t know what made me leave him such a naughty text…
Got hot just writing it…
Okay…
So I wanted him to get revved up before seeing me…
He’s going to be so hot and bothered…
I’m going to take full advantage of him…
And…
I attached a cute photo…
Puckering…
I have…
Pouting lip syndrome…
I can’t help it…
Anyway…
That was yesterday…
My time with him is almost here…
On my way to the airport now, to pick him up…
Bill is the sweetest man you’ll you ever meet…
Even keeled…
Just goes with the flow…
One thing to know about him…
No ego…
No anger and rage type drama…
Never wants to add stress…
What else can I say? …
Never any surprises out of him…
Ping…
Message from Bill…
I hope he’s not late…
I’m almost there…
Hey you…
Just wanted to let you know that I landed…
Safe and sound…
I kept reading your note…
Amongst, the other naughty notes you’ve left me…
It was so good, and hot…
More of the same reaction…
With occasional turbulence…
It was a hot way to spend the flight…

Monday, November 12, 2012

Damsel in Distress P1.

 
Hey sweetheart…
I’m in town for business tomorrow…
I haven’t seen you in ages…
Feel like I don’t really know you…
It’s time we meet…
Any possible way we can get together? …
I’m hungry to see you…
Yes…
Hungry…
I could just eat you up…
In bites…
Sounds dark…
But, I just may…
Anxiously await your reply…
Bill…
Hey Babe…
I can’t believe you’ll be in town…
Anxiously await your presence…
I imagine…
When I look upon your face…
My eyes glued to you…
While you speak to me…
All I will think about…
Is kissing you…
How warm and juicy your lips taste…
Tongues swirling…
Like the dizzy sensations…
Of my wet twisted core…
Slipping my hands under your shirt…
Caramel heated…
Syrupy…
Just from touching your hot skin…
Fingers gliding down…
Traveling that sexy road…
The hairline along your tummy…
That ends in my favorite spot…
Your swollen lollipop…
How many licks does it take? …
To get to the center of your pop? …
When my lips are in that mood…
To devour…
Sucking and licking…
Slurping your flavor…
Trying to fill my ravenous hunger…
That sometimes cannot be satisfied…
And I keep going until…
My lips burn…
My nub aches…
From being hard and horny…
Purposely not letting you reach…