#21grams

Rowdy fun.. and a bit of romance.

Slaps to the ass, nips on the skin.

Legs split wide, hips buried deep

Leaves in my hair, grass stains on your knees.

Hard thrusts, and soft kisses.

Loud curses, and whispered endearments.

"Eyes reveal the unsaid things. The innocence, the flirtations, and the naughtiness all emanate from the eyes."

Mating Ritual

She loved the ritual of dressing for him. A dab of his favorite perfume kissed on her dewy skin here..there. The fabric she slipped on, a tribute to the man she adored. Those scented layers she knew he'd ceremoniously tease away from her heated skin, by night's end.

Her garter belt came first, like his hands around her waist. A band of scalloped lace, with a satin touch of deep mauve...to match the shade of her pussy, when he fingered her wet folds under the table at the restaurant later.

Silk stockings with the seam and a sexy Cuban stitched heel were next. That caress as she pulled them on - from her toe, along her muscled calf, and up her thigh - like the whisper of his lips against her bare skin, when he undressed her in their bed tonight.

Then, his favorite sarabande lace bustier, the one that elevated her breasts to near overflowing. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, as she imagined him pulling down each cup. Lapping and teasing at her throbbing nipples - in the back seat of their town car on the way home.

Her high-waisted pencil skirt followed - defining her hourglass, wrapping tight around her hips and ass. A touch of demure class that drove him wild, reminded him of the dirty fucking girl she was for him, underneath it all.

Her final piece of devotion - the last offering in this ritual for her man - stiletto heels. Every step punctuating the sway of her hips, the bounce of her ass. Pure lust and intent for him, trailing in her wake. The only thing she'd be wearing at the end of the night, as he fucked her hard and raw. His tribute, to her.