FrankBukowski
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- Oct 16, 2013
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Well hello ladies, and the guys that look too I suppose,
What I'm looking for tonight it a girl who's willing to let her inhibitions fade into the wind with me tonight. I'm looking for a girl that's willing, looking to explore and above all, playful.
Trading pictures and chatting on the phone, or some sort of voice application is what I'm seeking tonight.
I wrote this earlier this week, it's a part of a bigger picture. A screenplay I'm working on that really doesn't revolve around this, but this part is a flashback:
She's silent. She watches, playfully. Her hair is down and undone. Wavy curls run down her face. Almost hiding her look of anticipation. She's naked but not exposed. The white satin sheet hides her body. Every small move she makes sends a ripple through the satin, and ends at my chest. I sit at the foot of her bed. Her left leg lays across my lap. I'm holding it, stroking my hand from her ankle to her knee. Stroking her calf. She's smooth. Smoother than velvet. She says nothing and crosses her right leg above her left and moves my hand away. She places her right foot in my lap, pressing it against me firmly. I look up at her, to her arms that are spread apart. The rope around her wrists is tight, but loose enough for her to slip them. She won't. Not so early in the morning. I hold her right foot. Impeccable. I unscrew the cap from the bottle, remove the brush and start painting her big toe with the dark purple polish. She watches me with her inhibitions that slowly fade with each stroke of the small brush. I finish her big, perfect, toe. I blow on it. Put the brush back in the bottle and rub her heel. She sets her head back on the bed post, closes her eyes softly. I look at her. All over. Looking at every part of her skin not hidden under the satin. Before she opens her eyes, I look at everything I can. Absorb her. Her neck, her shoulders, her underarms and her arms. She opens her eyes halfway as I move my thumbs up the arch of her foot, she cocks her neck slowly as my thumbs reach her toes. Her lips open slowly as I run my thumbs between her toes. She pushes her foot deeper into my chest feeling my heart.
Essentially, this is the girl I'm looking for tonight. I can promise you that I'm not a creep, but I never said I wasn't a pervert. Are you my girl?
What I'm looking for tonight it a girl who's willing to let her inhibitions fade into the wind with me tonight. I'm looking for a girl that's willing, looking to explore and above all, playful.
Trading pictures and chatting on the phone, or some sort of voice application is what I'm seeking tonight.
I wrote this earlier this week, it's a part of a bigger picture. A screenplay I'm working on that really doesn't revolve around this, but this part is a flashback:
She's silent. She watches, playfully. Her hair is down and undone. Wavy curls run down her face. Almost hiding her look of anticipation. She's naked but not exposed. The white satin sheet hides her body. Every small move she makes sends a ripple through the satin, and ends at my chest. I sit at the foot of her bed. Her left leg lays across my lap. I'm holding it, stroking my hand from her ankle to her knee. Stroking her calf. She's smooth. Smoother than velvet. She says nothing and crosses her right leg above her left and moves my hand away. She places her right foot in my lap, pressing it against me firmly. I look up at her, to her arms that are spread apart. The rope around her wrists is tight, but loose enough for her to slip them. She won't. Not so early in the morning. I hold her right foot. Impeccable. I unscrew the cap from the bottle, remove the brush and start painting her big toe with the dark purple polish. She watches me with her inhibitions that slowly fade with each stroke of the small brush. I finish her big, perfect, toe. I blow on it. Put the brush back in the bottle and rub her heel. She sets her head back on the bed post, closes her eyes softly. I look at her. All over. Looking at every part of her skin not hidden under the satin. Before she opens her eyes, I look at everything I can. Absorb her. Her neck, her shoulders, her underarms and her arms. She opens her eyes halfway as I move my thumbs up the arch of her foot, she cocks her neck slowly as my thumbs reach her toes. Her lips open slowly as I run my thumbs between her toes. She pushes her foot deeper into my chest feeling my heart.
Essentially, this is the girl I'm looking for tonight. I can promise you that I'm not a creep, but I never said I wasn't a pervert. Are you my girl?
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