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- Wicked Wedges
Standing so tall Outside her usual Feeling powerful Aware of his closeness
Feeling aroused Anticipating his reaction Wanting his closeness Craving his guidance
This was new This was different Who knew 3 inches meant so much His kiss on her forehead without tiptoeing
Feeling sexy and pretty Teasing playfully and mercilessly Shaking her booty Flicking her heels
These wedges were life His manhood pressing her booty As they danced wonderfully Grinding effortlessly
She knew what was coming that night She had crossed a few lines And that was intentionally His hand would feel so good
His growl His hunger His desire Felt more real at this altitude
Wicked Wedges Gift of sensual hell Only his hand could massage away The just reward for such play
She wiggled and paused He collided and groaned She blushed he pinched She giggled he beamed
Tonight was going to be another good night But first, he’d address her behavior Her tush would be hot pink She couldn’t wait for him to take what was his
Wicked Wedges
George would eventually come to terms with this wonderful gift. For now, there was other business to handle.
Mary had been playful, but a bit too much of a tease. Not that he minded, but in public?
OK, the public display of affection wasn’t the problem. It was the fact he couldn’t hide his reaction. She had caused others to see his satisfaction.
You’ve got to understand. Mary is just super hot and playful all the time.
Give her any reason to tease you, and you’d be left gasping for air from all the testosterone she managed to rise out of you.
She didn’t even have to try. It just was.
Of course, there were times when it was better not to be red and erect. This was one of those nights.
George just wanted to have a wonderful naughty meal at their favorite place, without people knowing how good he had it.
No. Mary couldn’t leave it at that. She had to show how lucky she felt to be with George.
Then, her exhibitionist side took over. She made several other men blush bashfully while their dates reeled in horror at the distraction.
The men couldn’t stay focused on anything but Mary.
Ordinarily, George didn’t mind. This was part of her charm.
But tonight was different. This was their first outing to break in these new wedges that had come in the mail. They were trying something out for themselves.
Yet, true to form, Mary played and teased and pleased. Of course, the whole of the time, her eyes had been locked on his. She wasn’t interested in the other guys drooling and dropping their food all over themselves.
She only cared that George was enjoying the show.
And a show it was.
The Wicked Zeal of those Heels
Something about the height of these wedges gave Mary a new bounce. A new pep in her steps.
She moved more playfully.
Her hips swayed more graciously.
Her boobs bounced more happily.
George also knew that Mary was not wearing any undies. It was just the skirt, top, sheer bras, and nylon with the wedges. He could at anytime have her.
In fact, before they had entered the premises, they had taken advantaged of the blacked out windows to satisfy the urges of nature. Mary had selected crotchless nylon.
Perfection.
Now, the wicked side of her tease was unleashed. The server nearly dropped their dish once. Another patron offered to pay for their meal, an offer George had grown accustom to hearing.
It was the periodic stopping in mid stride that flustered George a bit. He’d bump into her, she’d giggle, and he’d feel the intense need to take her right then and there.
But their local laws were extremely harsh on anyone having intercourse in public.
Yet, Mary kept turning up the heat and making George fumble for his words. A man accustomed to speaking with authority, now reduced to groans of desire.
It’s as if these wedges had taken possession of her, and released extra seductive forces over her.
Let’s not address the rebuttals of sass Mary had given him when he whispered in her ear to slow down for the sake of the bulge in his pants.
This would call for a stern stiff hand on her booty later that night.
Later that night…
As George readied himself, as he knew her sultriness was his weakness, Mary found herself resting on their bed.
Lounging as she does, not giving too much a worry or a thought, she eagerly awaited her man. They would be sizzling things up tonight. His passion was overflowing. His hands had been very greedy during the ride back.
As George emerged, his face painted on firmly, Mary knew this was going to be even better than anticipated.
Rolling over, she pretended not to notice. Savoring the muffled huff of indignation George was trying to suppress.
“Dear God Woman!” exclaimed George.
“What?” Mary playfully squeaked.
His hands came to rest on her ankles. They were quivering. His breath was ragged.
“GROAN” George managed.
“What was that?” teased Mary
Her punishment would have to wait for a more appropriate time. For now, there were more pressing issues at hand.
With a yelp and a giggle, Mary relished the way George pulled her to himself. She felt safe, secure.
Arching her back, she felt his trembling heat as she erupted in passion.
Much later that night
George felt he had made his point clear. The rosy cheeks of blushing were no match for the hand printed rosy curves he enjoyed so much.
As she continued to move with waves of post-orgasm orgasms, he caressed her, cuddled her, whispered his feelings to her. She was coming down sweetly and gently from her sacred place. He cared for her as a dutiful guardian awaiting her gentle landing.
He had taken much from her, demanded a lot. After her landing, he would treat her to something different, something really sweet, that way they would both sleep magnificently together in each other’s arms.
Before wrapping up, he glanced over at the time. Instead of the usual reading, there was a wedge sitting proudly in the way. Instant flash of heat shook through George.
Mary smiled. Round four was about to start. What a man, what a mighty good man, Mary dreamingly said to herself.
“Good God Woman!” hissed George.
Instead of responding, Mary wrapped her legs around her wonderful man. This ride was just for him. And ride she did. They both raised their voices and cried out to the moon as they repented of past sins and committed new ones.
These wedges were indeed very wicked… and that was just one of their many wonderful attributes.
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The first revelation, her definitions creates his reality
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