My curvy figure lies in waiting for you. I love edge play. I like to call it sophisticated sensual play because it it not for your average player. I don’t need my sense of hearing or sight to now you have entered the room. Your energy is so profound I feel you even when you are far away. As you survey the room, your pleasure radiates through me.
You waste no time. I feel your hand over my mouth. I’m startled and I feel the wetness grow between my thighs as you turn me over. My backside is now peacocking. The sharp point traces along my juiciest bits. I dare not move. I only wonder, “what could be next?”
The trickling warmth of the wax covers my breast. I feel the slightest pleasure of your hand as you move your way down and inside me. I dare not look directly into your eyes. I dare not speak. This moment is too precious.
I am your canvas. The wax, each clothespins, the knife, your own strength are the instrumental catalysts for this mutual pleasure. I am yours. Your level of skill awes me every time. I take you in all ways. Your golden nectar gives me power.
You take note of how compliant I am. How I automatically respond to your touch. As a special treat you give me what I have longed for – to be bathed by you. A v. sensual and intimate act, only for those that have earned the privilege. I’m wet. All over. Your hands feel so good as they rub into me. As you wash my hair. You allow me to sip the wine. Aftercare never felt so good…..
Music mood: Duran Duran – “Electric Barbarella”
your kinky courtesan xx