Boudoir
(i)
I realized it was time to open the doors of my boudoir.
Slithering over the satin sheet, I enjoyed the unconditioned tingling.
Running tips over gauzy lingerie under the unstrung lacy robe.
Settling down a glass of Vallone in smooth jazzy Rnb ambience.
The vibe pushed me towards a cliff, pulsating with a flood of sensationsIt felt so good, it hurtI wished to stop but I didn't
(ii)
The only time when I didn't worry about losing control
My back arched, torso twisted, opening up and the libido working its magic
Unsettled body, closing my eyes and going into the newfound haze
I felt shivery wa spheres striking each other
Then I got primal and enter the orgasmic zone, savouring each composite moment
The vision got blurry but I could worry less The bland sweat only made it feel colder and the wine tasted better
