I am the impulse purchase for being horny and having too much lunchtime wine. A fatal combination, and now you are convinced. The tedious rendezvous last night set up by your well-intentioned friends? That was the final straw. Divorce is a blessed relief; you seek adventure, not pity. Yes, you can be a sensual creature and a vivacious woman… be one with me.
It is time, no more procrastination, and you shall live again… vicariously like before. Experience the things you put aside and kept hidden; set them free again. Forget the insults that dented your confidence.
I am sheer because nothing looks as good as sexy feels.
You almost convinced yourself not to do this. You were young and experimental back then; these are not the acts of someone ‘grown up’. Your sexuality which you denied, and lied about, is who you really are.
I am sheer, soft, and opaque. Imagine a caress; I will not steal it from you. I am sensual and provocative and fit like a gossamer glove. I do not crease on your slender body. I cup your breasts at my transparent best and flare slightly to lift over your womanly hips.
Ines… that is a very naughty thought.
I am the reward for your sacrifice, for not overindulging, for the long runs, the yoga, and the careful diet. You cannot wear a brassiere, only some skimpy panties underneath me. I require the best of you, Ines; you will need courage to wear me. You will speak a thousand words about your desires without your lips moving.
I am sheer, and that tingle you feel… embrace it. Take me there, and show yourself. Of course, hide me for a while. Your summer coat is an excellent disguise.
In the taxi, I can feel your jackrabbit blood beneath me, with the prickle of excitement and nerves. It will not be easy because nothing worth having is. Oh, and they will have you tonight, Ines; how could they resist?
You knock on that blue door in black patent heels, hold-ups, and me. Naturally, they let you in. You are made for this iniquitous den with that megawatt smile that hides your unease.
Discard your coat, and walk tall with confidence.
I am sheer.
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Feel my sway on your legs, look into their eyes, see their approval, and guess their thoughts. Meet the admiring smile, reciprocate, and be demure, but not too much. A little humility with that lingering coquettish smile… perfect.
You read people so well; you always do, use that, see that gesture and smile widely. Let the others feast their eyes upon you, let their base minds freewheel and imagine what they might do to you… and what you might do to them. I know it swells within you, that turmoil and heat. I will not burden you nor trap that warmth.
I am sheer.
As she looks to the darkened corner, shepherding you with her eyes and that covetous smile. She is attractive, with raven hair in luscious waves that hides one eye, and slinky underwear captivates her hourglass figure. He is built for power, not speed, tall, rugged, rough perhaps. I can feel you tremble at that thought as your arousal softens your gait. The soft music soothes with each seductive footstep; you are the prodigal libertine. Glance to her lips, muse with your eyes feasting on him, and overtly think of the possibilities.
The shiver from her touch, the downcast eyes that return to yours, and that first kiss is a plunge into pristine waters. All the old angst and denial rinsed away as tender hands beguile faint recollections, pushing all else aside. Like attracts like. As your embrace entwines and your tongues dance, he is on his knees, removing your panties.