The moment he told her about his first kiss (an older French woman who tasted of cigarettes and ooze
The moment he told her about his first kiss (an older French woman who tasted of cigarettes and oozed sex from every pore) she knew what her next seduction of him would be. She sat in his office chair, black stilettos on his large maghony desk and pinstriped skirt around her thighs showing just the hint of garter as she waited for him. She knew his weakness for Femme Fatales. She knew his weakness for her. And as she took slow long drags on her cigarette, leaving perfect little M*A*C Russian Red circles on the pure white filter she knew that the from the moment he walked into his office, he would be a beautiful puddle of masculine mush at her feet. She looked forward to that moment. ~ © 2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link