The Smile

It is her smile that invites him.

It is the slight curve of her sensuous mouth, almost sweet and unassuming at first. It is the way it drifts up to her eyes, delicately creasing their corners, betraying her intensifying desire. It is the way it both illuminates and clouds her face as her gaze travels approvingly the length of his strong, lean body, as it finally recognises the hunger of his own need.

Yes, it is her smile.

And then slowly, just as softly, it is the parting of her thighs, the gleam of the sheer nylon under the violence of fluorescence, the heat and the wetness and the pungency of the lust he can sense even now dripping from her sex as he sits quietly on the opposite side of the boardroom, his cock thickening and hardening and leaking, out of sight and underneath the oversized mahogany table, at the vision of his fingers shredding with practiced ease the damp gusset of the pantyhose in preparation of her violation.

Yes, it is her smile that he meets once more as the temptress taunts him over her shoulder, her buttocks grinding into his shaft, silently challenging him to take her then and there on every surface of the now emptied office. It is her wanton smile that he kisses roughly off her lips once he turns her slight frame to face him, as he pushes up the trailing hem of her skirt to place his cock between the cunt lips pouting with lascivious greed through the ragged opening, before plunging himself selfishly into her clutching velvet depths in one slick, throbbing, measured stroke.

Yes. It is her smile, the one now completely overtaken by the ecstasy etched on her face, the pink, lustrous mouth grasping for his name and for breath, the fine hands clawing at the brick wall as he fucks her with hard and decisive thrusts from behind, as possesses her tight little cunt for the third time that night, metres from the bustling crowd in the shadows of the city alleyway.

  1. John Brownstone 2014.12.02 10:04pm

    That alluring smile and bright sparkle in your eyes that cannot be resisted!

  2. obsessed 2014.12.03 5:22am

    jesus woman you are good………….it’s as simple as that….xx

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.06 5:05pm

      I’ve been told I have my moments… 😉

      (Thank you, obsessed.)

  3. the late phoenix 2014.12.03 8:16am

    you teach me so much, my beautiful. here I thought a smile was merely a frown turned upside down :*

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.06 5:07pm

      It’s definitely something turned upside down, especially when we’re hanging from the chandelier… 😉

  4. Ian 2014.12.03 9:39am

    Your eloquence always amazes me; you use language like a paintbrush so that your words become vivid images in my mind!
    It’s your gift; thank you for sharing it. xx

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.06 5:08pm

      What a truly beautiful compliment. Thank you so much, Ian…

  5. ember 2014.12.03 4:33pm

    … and it all started with her smile… 🙂
    Your sensuality knows no boundaries and hits one in all the right places, Minx. Now I’m starting to doubt my preferences (giggles). I’m definitely missing a self-portrait…

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.06 5:11pm

      Now, this kind of doubt I can cope with easily, my lovely. In fact, I should reward it with a self-portrait… 🙂

  6. Ben 2014.12.05 4:44am

    Minx, you know me too well. Can you imagine how often these very thoughts creep into my mind?Of course, it is always you sitting across the mahogany table 😉

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.06 5:13pm

      No, I can’t imagine. Lean in close and tell me, Ben… 😉

  7. Jack (and Jill) 2014.12.05 8:40am

    I’ve enjoyed this post a few times since it was first published. I think I might as well just bookmark it. 🙂

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.06 5:14pm

      I rather like the sound of being your bookmark, Jack…

  8. Ripley 2014.12.09 1:49am

    It’s the groan that Jeff Buckley releases before he starts “Grace”. That’s the sound from the depths of my sexual being that I gave just when I finished your exquisite offering.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.10 8:16pm

      As far as sounds go, that’s the one I’m forever hoping to inspire, that’s the one I consider an “exquisite offering”.

      Thank you, Ripley…

  9. Bhp 2014.12.11 10:02am

    As I breezed past several alleyways this very day, I repeatedly imagined myself in the shadows.. the recipient of your cheeky, over the shoulder smile.

    So busy and lost in the vision, I ran into a large red cast iron post box. Slightly embarrassing, but so fucking worth it.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.14 6:36pm

      Is it a little wicked of me to revel in that image?!

      If you were near, I’d guide you into that alleyway and soothe the flush on your cheeks and kiss away any bruises. For starters…