Power of Mind……Power of Heels…… part 5 Erotic - Non Fiction Part four/ 4 ended with ……. Tomorrow we will be moving into the last days in single numbered days. I believe you will find them as tantalizing, as I would. I am eager to observe you on the catwalk. Few things in life leave me speechless. Though I also know this is much more than being speechless. I enjoy the oceans taste on my lips fused with the salt and vinegar...

Power of Mind……Power of Heels…… Part 4 Erotic - Non Fiction Part three ended with ……. Battling with my energetic mind as I try to fall asleep, without peeping at the opened no 13. Trying to appease my mind with the mere fact, the following day you could read one in the morning and one in the later part of the day…. After much time on disciplining the mind to stay where it should be……tangled in leather strands and male pre...

Part two ended with….. This man reminds me of the medieval French. The Goliards who bloomed from celebrating the pleasures they derived from life’s earthier side. Appreciating great wines, nature and lust well expressed through music. So much for day 18. Sigh, 17 days to go, I softly uttered. Pulls up panties after the bidets use. still with envelope in my mouth. Pulls dress down. Envelope in diary under arm. Off to rinse...

part……1 ended with ...... I will continue the writing as the venture unfolds……. Once home, removing my attire, slow and sensual before a shower......(Wondering if he owns access to the guest list) turns up the volume to Beethoven before I enter the shower...... Powerof Heels....Power of Mind...... continues.... Part 2 During the months in between before we reached April…… also the adapt, and change from seasons. I receive...

Power of ….Heels…….. Power of Mind …… Being accustomed to the male humming presence, more often than not…. When I attend at a certain by Invitation only, adult venue, it appeared the “hummer” always seem to be aware of my presence. Once he notice my presence, moves around me, close enough for me to hear the humming, classical piece. A Beethoven favorite. Makes me wonder about the knowledge, perhaps it is by off chance. He...

My Inner slut 2 …./As I entered through a doorway, the cellar, clings to my skin like a musty glut from a gulley. A Strange wrap of warmth, veiled sacred whore. Warmer than the absence of what should be present. Even though messages scream at me from every spattered stain, still clinging to the walls. A journey of spattered traces, vibrates spirally at me, squeezing me into a quiver out of my warm wrap. Feeling my veins t...

…./As I enter through my doorway, looking back into the open world's distance, that I at that moment, detach from. Connected with my inner vibration, there is passing through me, a species, known rhythm that haunts my inner being, knocking and not leaving. A Mantra, that embraces me with the lyrics from my soul, re-enforced by the strength from the sacred seal I am nurtured from. Every step followed through the rituals, c...

Apart, they lived like separate entities. Apart, even from the self, under different little trees. Like snails in their secluded little hub. She gauged everything from a distance, as the little sub. Courageous, proud, protected from a wealth that spat rich. She, fantastic, warm, passionate, though could be a true fucking little bitch. Sacred from her thriving spirit, a colorful rave. All in all, a truth of self, a serving...

Poise - Departing a corporate Building in Cape Town, CBD. Headed towards a favorite coffee shop further down. Followed by a fragrance, treated new leather. She passes me in a soft stride, like a gentle feather. Her flirtatious walk, open body, inviting and playful, I observe a message. She reminds me of a city girl, however, could have a name like Sage, even have a fetish. Spreading confidence from her open stride, materi...