From SaraSissyGirl Blog
Monday,
May 11, 2009
I love pink. So, I present pink.
Ticklish From A Distance: .pretty in pink:
It is said that pink, not red, is the universal color of
love. It can be shy or bold. Shocking or soft. Think of a cloud of cotton
candy, the inside of a seashell, or the promise of relief (Pepto-Bismol).
Pink has soul.
Or the ability to make you look inside of your own. Many
prisons use limited deep pink tones to diffuse aggressive behavior. Sports
teams also use pink in opposing locker rooms for the same reason-color experts
claim certain shades may subdue the opponent. I should have consulted the
experts before we moved in our home as Benjamin Moore Pink Party has a much
different effect on my youngest daughter and her pals.
Wikipedia says the most common connotations to pink are,
and, yes, in this particular order,
·
Girls
·
Love
·
Breast cancer
·
Fairies
·
Valentines Day
·
Homosexuality
Seeing pink elephants in hallucinations is a sign of
delirium. And while this was not on the short list, I thought you might want to
know it's out there.
Monday,
May 11, 2009
On Saturday night, after we got home from the show and dinner, I took off my suit, clad in my undergarments, walked up behind Emily, who was in her closet looking at herself in her mirror, similarly dressed only in lingerie.
I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, each bra strap, licked, slowly, down her spine, down to her garter belt, the thong of her panites.
Emily mumbled something. "What, love," I asked, licking the curve of her ass.
She turned her head towards me. "I said I don't want to screw tonight. Before you go too far, I thought you should know."
She turned all the way around so she faced me, looked down at me. "I mean it," she said.
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, knowing she did.
"Do you still want to continue?"
I looked up at her, at her body, at her eyes. Did I want to continue?
"Yes, Ma'am," I said softly, knowing that to continue meant serving her tonight, serving only her, knowing it meant licking her, massaging her, pleasing her.
Surrender.
It meant surrender.
Monday,
May 11, 2009
"Christ, Emily, why do you always dress like this when you're having lunch with him?"
"Who?"
"Jason, when you have lunch with Jason. I saw it on your calendar for today."
"Oh, is that today, I didn't realize," she said with an impish smile, knowing full well that she was having lunch with him, knowing that she was dressing in pretty lingerie because of her lunch, knowing full well how it would make me feel.
"Lunch at 11:30 at Sconze."
"Should I wear something less sexy then," she asked running her hands up her stockings. "I mean, if it bothers you sweetie, knowing how pretty I'll look, I could change?"
"Em..."
"But I kind of think that its just the opposite, isn't it? I think it kind of excites you to see me dressed like this when I'm having lunch with Jason..."
She lowered her voice. "That's what you fantasize about isn't it?"
(picture added -ed)
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