Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, October 23, 2012 ~ Jewelry in a Box

Oh, Teasers..........how much do I love this photograph???  Well, I am about to tell you in 200 words exactly, after that............I cannot be held responsible for whatever I say in the throes of heated passion.  Nor can I be accountable for what I may do, if played like a fine instrument.  I am beginning to quiver me timbers just thinking about it!!

So.............Do have a slow and fevered read over this hot, little story.  Stay awhile, reread me and finger the pages.  Can you smell my perfume, feel my presence surround you, eagerness engulf you?  My moist, warm feathered breath on your neck tickles your core into a response, does it not?  Well, now sufficiently "peaked," perhaps you'll please go have a saucy saunter over to my fiery friends pages and see what they have prepared for your indulgence.  Follow the link here, TantalyzingTuesdayTeaser, or knock them up - ooops, off!- one by one below. But, before you go, please honour me with a comment or more; a kiss before you leave would be my pleasure............xo 



Jewelry in a Box

I released a soft, muffled moan as he rubbed his fingertips over his handiwork.   As always, the newly trimmed beauty of my velveteen box fascinated him and after grooming me, his resistance finally waned.

“Ah, you have the most perfect slice of womanhood…it beckons to me every time I shave you,” he said in a whisper, his face mere inches from my eager petals and buried pearl. His hot breath felt like a bellow fanning my anticipation.

He slipped his fingers, one at a time, into my wet impatience until he had buried three long fingers to the hilt of his knuckles then curled them up into a fervent question mark.  His baby finger deftly found the pearl of my centre and quickly feathered the hooded jewel until fully erect, hard and straining for more attention.  While he pressed his fingertips upwards into the core of my passion, he played me as he would any fine instrument; he watched the rhythm and sounds overtake my total surrender.

“Ohhhhh, God….you torture me with your wicked touch …” He took his work very seriously; by the time he was through, I took his work very seriously, too. 

Voluntarily, my hips rose to meet his kiss .

 



Now, go see what lovely pleasures my fiery friends have waiting for you to feed your voracious purient appetite.  Click the link above or follow them one by one, like curled fingers of pleasure, below.  Bye for now...:) xo

J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/
Paloma Beck: http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com/search/label/TantalizingTuesday
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/