The dress.  A garment that not only drapes your body but says so much more.  The color makes its own statement.  It is the beginning and the end to a conversation.  A powerful conversation.

You have made yourself at home on my bed, wearing my white terry cloth bathrobe and casually stroking yourself.  I feel your eyes on me.  As I slowly pull the backseam ‘hose up my legs, your gaze follows.  There are no words exchanged as you watch me put my dress on.  They are simple gestures, movements actually but the meaning behind it is complex.

The exchange of power is like a volley.  Are either of us ever really in control?  Perhaps, yes but for moments.  Our time consists of little moments like this.  The sexual tension builds.  The dress has come alive as I move slowly over to you. Nothing happens.  We feel satiated yet hungry for more…

Clothed Female, Naked Male.  Appetite for seduction.

Quote of the day – ” People will stare, make it worth their while.” – Harry Winston

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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