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In Gay Abandonment!
I was challenged by a fellow hubber several months ago to open my mind and let the words flow. Cardisa this is for you my friend.
“Black silk negligee, absolutely not” the shop assistant looked bemused and so shocked at the angry outburst she had just received from Angela.“Red.... now that is more like it, vibrant, fiery, full of passion and with just a hint of... sex,” Angela’s voiced drawled to the end of the sentence, and her mouth curled with a wicked smile. She took a long, slow draw from her cigarette and gave a sultry laugh at the sight of her bright red lipstick caressing the length of the cigarette butt.
She lifted up the brown paper carrier bag and marched out of the shop with a skip in her step, and she shivered with anticipation as she remembered the planned night ahead.
It was a chilly evening, but inside Angela was on fire. It wasn’t certain to her as yet, if her flushed cheeks were glowing because of the cold night air blowing into her face, after the warmth of the shop, or if it was due to the heat radiating from inside her groins. She hoped it was the former because to acknowledge the latter would leave her embarrassed. She was hungry and spoiling for a night on her back.
Angela had carefully selected the asparagus, long and firm ready to steam until just tender, and rolled them into a layer of succulent, juicy Parma ham. She would allow Alan to eat from her fingers, insisting that he took every mouthful carefully and savour the intense flavour, before she would allow him to swallow. She had spent days planning tonight’s date, her smile teased at the corner of her mouth as she changed for his arrival.
Angela had cheated with the main course, scallops with a sensual white wine sauce. Round and firm balls of sheer pleasure to be swallowed greedily with a glass of delicious rose wine. The man at the fish counter had assured her that they had been lovingly prepared by his own fair hands, and he promised that they would taste of the sea. Crashing waves over the shore line to slowly ebb away to ripples over the sand. His description remained vivid in her mind as she began to perspire nervously.
Dessert, she had hoped, longed even, that she would be the dessert, but if all else failed she had prepared strawberries dipped lavishly in dark melted chocolate, served with freshly whipped cream and champagne,giddy bubbles of golden fluid to tickle the nose and the throat, and the invitation to a night of gloriously untameable pleasure.
Angela dressed in her new red negligee and pulled up her stockings to fit snugly into the small round buttons of her suspender belt. The little red feather g string was only meant for a giggle, but the rest of the evening had been planned for a totally orgasmic experience.
Angela’s heart pounded with anticipation as she saw the car headlights pass her window, and with a quick look in the mirror and a final shake of her hair, she sauntered toward the door.
There he stood in all his glory, a mass of rippling hard muscle, her blonde haired, blue eyed date graciously carrying a bunch of blood red roses.
In he walked, “Alright mate, hey this is a bit heavy aint it, you have gone to a lot of trouble here mate” cigarette in his hand and wearing under his trench coat... a black silk negligee!!