Ladies ...
Shh ... don’t speak ... come with me ... you look so beautiful in your silk bra, lace panties, and robe ... I like the way the sheer fabric hangs off of your smooth shoulder. You are a vision.
Come ... I’ve drawn a bath for you ... rose petals floating on the water, the scent of bath oil in the air, thick and sweet ... around the lip of the bathtub, several candles, filling the dim room with a soft, gentle light ... you can feel the heat of the water as it rises and kisses your soft face ... there, at the head of the tub, chilled white wine. Take my hand, my lady, and follow me.
We stand next to the tub ... steam rising slowly ... I turn you around so you face away from me ... you close your eyes as you feel my hands moving slowly up your back, over your silken robe ... my fingers gently playing in your hair, lightly touching your neck ... up and down ... gently caressing your soft skin ... you can feel the warmth of the candles near you ... smell the sweet scent of the water ... sense my passion. Do you want me?
Gently, I move my fingers beneath your robe ... letting it slip off of your body ... watching it collect around your ankles ... the candlelight flickers and dances off of your skin ... you are radiant. My hands move to your shoulders and hold you tightly ... my lips move to the back of your neck ... then like the soft caress of a butterfly’s wing, my kisses begin to cover your skin ... light touches with my mouth ... tender little nibbles ... my tongue darting out to taste you ... sending chills down your spine. I want you.
My hands move slowly down your arms ... lightly ... then around you, over the soft lace of your bra ... teasing your breasts through the sheer fabric ... gently cupping you, squeezing you ... feeling your nipples harden at my touch ... my kisses, light and soft on you ... in your ear, whispering your name ... nibbling gently on your earlobes ... and softly moving my mouth down your back, over your spine ... licking ... sucking ... loving. Can you feel me?
My hands play with your soft breasts ... kneading you gently, my fingers pressing into your nipples, squeezing oh so tenderly ... slowly reaching beneath the fabric of your bra ... skin on skin ... so warm ... my fingers gliding over you ... dancing with your nipples as they harden for me ... flicking over them ... rolling between my fingers ... the straps of your bra slide down your arms ... all of it falling away ... freeing your breasts ... as the steam and my strong hands meet at your nipples. I can feel you.
Shh ... don’t speak ... come with me ... you look so beautiful in your silk bra, lace panties, and robe ... I like the way the sheer fabric hangs off of your smooth shoulder. You are a vision.
Come ... I’ve drawn a bath for you ... rose petals floating on the water, the scent of bath oil in the air, thick and sweet ... around the lip of the bathtub, several candles, filling the dim room with a soft, gentle light ... you can feel the heat of the water as it rises and kisses your soft face ... there, at the head of the tub, chilled white wine. Take my hand, my lady, and follow me.
We stand next to the tub ... steam rising slowly ... I turn you around so you face away from me ... you close your eyes as you feel my hands moving slowly up your back, over your silken robe ... my fingers gently playing in your hair, lightly touching your neck ... up and down ... gently caressing your soft skin ... you can feel the warmth of the candles near you ... smell the sweet scent of the water ... sense my passion. Do you want me?
Gently, I move my fingers beneath your robe ... letting it slip off of your body ... watching it collect around your ankles ... the candlelight flickers and dances off of your skin ... you are radiant. My hands move to your shoulders and hold you tightly ... my lips move to the back of your neck ... then like the soft caress of a butterfly’s wing, my kisses begin to cover your skin ... light touches with my mouth ... tender little nibbles ... my tongue darting out to taste you ... sending chills down your spine. I want you.
My hands move slowly down your arms ... lightly ... then around you, over the soft lace of your bra ... teasing your breasts through the sheer fabric ... gently cupping you, squeezing you ... feeling your nipples harden at my touch ... my kisses, light and soft on you ... in your ear, whispering your name ... nibbling gently on your earlobes ... and softly moving my mouth down your back, over your spine ... licking ... sucking ... loving. Can you feel me?
My hands play with your soft breasts ... kneading you gently, my fingers pressing into your nipples, squeezing oh so tenderly ... slowly reaching beneath the fabric of your bra ... skin on skin ... so warm ... my fingers gliding over you ... dancing with your nipples as they harden for me ... flicking over them ... rolling between my fingers ... the straps of your bra slide down your arms ... all of it falling away ... freeing your breasts ... as the steam and my strong hands meet at your nipples. I can feel you.
