Training the Vixen 2
Please read part one first
The day began with me sleepily snuggling down deeper into the bed. My mind wandering to the previous days titivations, my musings led to arousal of course and this led to the shower joy
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Part One of Training the Vixen
Whenever I travel to train or go to conferences there is invariably a feeling of sexual excitement at whom I might meet or simply fantasise about. I was in for a surprise this time round though…
I hate leaving the Mother City, be it pelting with rain or sublimely sunny. It was one of those times that taking off at Cape Town International, was bound to be a rocky experience. The plane was packed for a Sunday night flight
Some things are Secret
There are some things that are secret, secrets that everyone knows though.
Confessions in erotic mind that they are not even aware of. It all lies in the senses, those brief moments when we are engaged in passion and only later when we are walking on the beach or idly watching the sunset with a
cup of coffee do we revisit these discreet things that we only think we know.
Text Delight
What should I do? Roll my own cigarette and feel the
aroma tantalize my senses. Idly watch the smoke curl
and weave and vanish, or should I entertain what my
cool ice Goddess did to me on Wednesday? Mmmm choices,
I would have both thank you.
Again
We had been here before, I know that... I can see us standing under the oak tree holding each others hands, facing one another. The frisson between us casting out auras into something that simply draws the universe to have a closer look. Then it ended so long ago, through no fault of our own.
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