…the lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek
there’s nobody here, it’s just you and me
it’s where i want to be
but i hardly know this beauty by my side
i’ll never forget the way you look tonight…:*
If you are in London dear Minx, you must find your way from Hammersmith to Brixton Village. In the arcade there is a place by the name of Sponge & Cream. Here you will find the finest cake in the city. Red Velvet as enticing as your lace.. Banana, Carrot, Lemon.. Whatever takes your fancy. As a lover of Cake, you can trust me, it’ll be worth your while.
Of course I see this on my last day in London – and on a day where I have a serious craving for cake!
As for trusting you with this kind of recommendation… well, that’s a given, Bhp. I assure you it’s on my to-do list for my next trip, which I’m hoping will be very soon.
There is something so lascivious about thin lace. That soft sensation of that fiery fabric providing such a colossal contrast in between the firmness of my fleeting finger. One which wants to do nothing other than oh, so slightly submerge itself within the very first traces of that illicit intoxication which is you.
I wake each and every morning
I’d sooner taste the pink velvet…. 🙂 xx
You have very good taste, Ian… 😉
Incredible picture…and your words always seem so real, so tangible…always heightens a desire for you, wishing I was over on that side.
I’m touched that the words are so evocative. They’re straight from the desiring body, mind and heart.
Thank you for the incredible compliments yet again, Edward…
A very seductive image and verbal content… hehe…
I’m tickled you think so, 1ManView… 😉
What a lovely sight. I lived in York a long time ago. I didn’t see such a sexy ass, though! 🙂
Perhaps you were gazing at the wrong part of town, Nick! 🙂
(My bottom sends its warmest thanks…)
Kisses, licks, and nibbles along with a bit of a spanking are what comes to my mind
I like the way you think, JB…
Sometimes you’ve just got to do the fingering yourself…
And at others, you need the clever and knowing hands you crave…
…the lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek
there’s nobody here, it’s just you and me
it’s where i want to be
but i hardly know this beauty by my side
i’ll never forget the way you look tonight…:*
Oh, Chris… Let’s run away together… :*
…teasing, probing, tearing… Sigh…
Yes, yes and oh yes…
“the view is amazing”
“that’s an understatement” is my reply
I can’t help but wonder who uttered the first sentiment.
As for the second… *cue wicked smile*
It’s no coincidence CM, that of late, I wake each and every morning with the very same ache.
Could it be your proximity?.. I wonder.
Thank you for yet another mind-alteringly amazing view.
If these thoughts are the result of my proximity, I need to find a way to get closer still, bhp.
The two of us together… No, that would be an unrivalled view…
If you are in London dear Minx, you must find your way from Hammersmith to Brixton Village. In the arcade there is a place by the name of Sponge & Cream. Here you will find the finest cake in the city. Red Velvet as enticing as your lace.. Banana, Carrot, Lemon.. Whatever takes your fancy. As a lover of Cake, you can trust me, it’ll be worth your while.
Of course I see this on my last day in London – and on a day where I have a serious craving for cake!
As for trusting you with this kind of recommendation… well, that’s a given, Bhp. I assure you it’s on my to-do list for my next trip, which I’m hoping will be very soon.
Lovely, both the words and the image.
Thank you on both counts, Franco…
There is something so lascivious about thin lace. That soft sensation of that fiery fabric providing such a colossal contrast in between the firmness of my fleeting finger. One which wants to do nothing other than oh, so slightly submerge itself within the very first traces of that illicit intoxication which is you.
“There is something so lascivious about thin lace.”
That phrase sums it up perfectly for me. That and the equally lustful and erotic thoughts it inspires in you, Ian…
The most torrid of temptations need to be brought together.
So, as to fall to the flames with one another.