She notices their fast stride easing to a meandering gait once they spy her up high on the small balcony. Even though she continues to busy herself taking no obvious interest, she can not help but smile slyly at the flirtatious laces and gauzes of ivory and blushing pink, at the seductive silks and satins of ebony and midnight black which have caught their attentions so effortlessly.
With the suspender belts and stockings, corsets, panties and brassieres dripping their perfect diamond droplets in the glittering sun, her mind drifts to other men, to another man, to the man whose erotic desires are fuelled by these very garments, to the man whose eyes have lingered upon the lines drawn tight across her reclining body, to the man whose digits have fingered the fine mesh then pulled the gusset aside to sink his hard naked cock into her voracious sex, to the man whose hands possess her hips while he fucks her with deep thrusting strokes that cause her to cry out, to call out his name over and again.
And as she ponders the man and his alluring flesh, the light breeze in her hair, the autumnal sun warming her skin, her throbbing cunt drips and floods and soaks yet another lacy wonder with the precious glisten of her pervasive lust.
I drip-dried my undies once off of my second story window. Needless to say, things turned out vastly different than what you've written here…
Hahaha at Osbasso's comment đŸ™‚ I can just imagine men's fantasies at the sight of your lingerie, and start grinning at your naughty thoughts!
definitely having some fantasies of my own here…
You may see my fast stride screech to a halt, but you can't see my wicked thoughts…. đŸ˜‰
Love the title because more then clothes driped dryed,..Also loved this lucious line..then pulled the gusset aside to sink his hard naked cock into her voracious sex… Such delicious visuals… Drip-Dry was short in statue, but massive in erotica…
Os: I can almost see it now. Your tidy whities (Hmmm, I wonder if I'm on the right track?) flapping in the breeze, dripping big drops on unsuspecting passers-by!
Frenchy: I can't help but wonder what they're thinking too… đŸ˜‰
Mit©helangelo: I'm glad to hear it. Very glad…
Max: You're quite right. But I can definitely begin to imagine them. đŸ˜‰
1manview: It seems there was rather a lot of dripping going on that day. Thank you so much for your gorgeous feedback once again, 1man…
I love, love, love, this post. I read it over and over again.
Your writing is not just erotic; it's also beautiful.
If I ever write about pleasuring myself, it will not be this lyrical. đŸ˜‰
Mediocrity: And I love, love, love your comment. Thank you so much, gorgeous…
Letch: There's nothing like pretty lingerie and the right man to set the flood in motion.
And I'm fairly certain you're selling your writing short. For your next assignment, you should indulge yourself and see what transpires from your Muse's heated little whispers… đŸ˜‰
Oooh, Her throbbing cunt drips and floods. Now it is my turn but it is my lips salivating, my tongue sliding over my lips but wishing it was yours. The musky scent of lust permeates my senses, pulling me forward. Your need is mine. I see your beauty, I smell your need, now I must taste your passion and feel your soft body writhe.
Oh my… Your comment has left me rather speechless, Marcus.
I'm very glad this piece could provoke such a delicious and evocative response…
All for you my dear. You bring this out of me and I thank you for it my dear. Many kisses
Sex is only for Heaven if you're not married, dear. Remember that. God bless you.
Whether married or not, I can't say I'll ever agree with that sentiment, Kold_Kadavr_flatliner. But thank you for stopping by…