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Sense and Sensuality
Oct. 25th, 2005 08:22 amThere is, for me something highly sensual about sliding naked or near naked between cool sheets in a chill dark room and snuggling under the comfortable warm of down. I feel enveloped in softness, slithering and sensual, warm and content. I have wonderful dreams when I sleep so cocooned and I did so for the first time this season last night. The one thing I did accomplish during my sluggish recovery day yesterday was grab the big suitcase and schlep down to storage. I grabbed my down comforter and the oil-based space heater. I carted both of them home. When I set the heater up it registered 53 degrees in the cottage. 53 damp degrees I might add. By the time I turned it off at 10pm it was 71. Nice and comfortable. I opened the window in the bedroom enough to let in the fresh night air and spread the comforter across the bed.
I slept well last night and my dreams were luscious. In one I was giving a blow job to a man I'd just met. In others I was merely teasing much as I did in Orlando on the opening night of the show. When ever I journey, or he journeys Dr. Lust and I keep in contact on line, and enjoy teasing and challenging one another. I had brought toys with me to stave off loneliness and horniness. And although I didn't bring those into use on Wednesday night--the opening cocktail party in the expo hall, I did dress myself to the nines, looking both sexy and professional.
Not to long ago I'd bought a new skirt. Black with the thinest silver-white pinstripe through it. It would end just above the knee except for a three inch, tightly pleated flounce around the skirt edge. That brings it just below my knee cap. Underneath I wore only a thong, garters and seamed stockings. I wore a form hugging white blouse with my white push up bra. I wore my hair down and pulled back away from my face. I wore heels, something I rarely do. I caught my reflection in the mirrors of the concourse on my way to the show hall. The pleated flounce of the skirt shimmied and swayed with every step and the effect was, I thought very sexy.
I got several admiring glances and flirts from exhibitors and attendees alike. One guy with the booth across from me came over and offered me one of the hats he was giving away. As another woman walked up he said "For the price of a business card you can have one of my high quality golf hats!" He leaned over and said "for you, I'll need your room number." I gave him my room number. Of course I failed to tell him I wasn't staying at THAT hotel.
Hee hee.
Finally after 3 hours on my feet, I could stagger home to my hotel. The doorman whistled down a town car for me. As I slipped into the leather back seat, I lost a shoe. I felt a bit like cinderella. I reached down to retrieve my show and then settled back into the seat. My driver was very handsome and rather than put my shoe back on, I slipped my stocking clad foot up to rest on the console between the two front seats. This parted my legs and if he looked the right angle, I'm sure he could see up my skirt to the lace tops of my stockings. I leaned back and checked my voice mail. I had a low voiced and sexy message from Dr Lust which I had every intention of complying with. As I listened, I unbuttoned another button on my shirt and took a slow deep breath and widened my legs.
The driver practically tried to carry me out of the car when we arrived, he was so solicitous.
It was fun, let me tell you!
I slept well last night and my dreams were luscious. In one I was giving a blow job to a man I'd just met. In others I was merely teasing much as I did in Orlando on the opening night of the show. When ever I journey, or he journeys Dr. Lust and I keep in contact on line, and enjoy teasing and challenging one another. I had brought toys with me to stave off loneliness and horniness. And although I didn't bring those into use on Wednesday night--the opening cocktail party in the expo hall, I did dress myself to the nines, looking both sexy and professional.
Not to long ago I'd bought a new skirt. Black with the thinest silver-white pinstripe through it. It would end just above the knee except for a three inch, tightly pleated flounce around the skirt edge. That brings it just below my knee cap. Underneath I wore only a thong, garters and seamed stockings. I wore a form hugging white blouse with my white push up bra. I wore my hair down and pulled back away from my face. I wore heels, something I rarely do. I caught my reflection in the mirrors of the concourse on my way to the show hall. The pleated flounce of the skirt shimmied and swayed with every step and the effect was, I thought very sexy.
I got several admiring glances and flirts from exhibitors and attendees alike. One guy with the booth across from me came over and offered me one of the hats he was giving away. As another woman walked up he said "For the price of a business card you can have one of my high quality golf hats!" He leaned over and said "for you, I'll need your room number." I gave him my room number. Of course I failed to tell him I wasn't staying at THAT hotel.
Hee hee.
Finally after 3 hours on my feet, I could stagger home to my hotel. The doorman whistled down a town car for me. As I slipped into the leather back seat, I lost a shoe. I felt a bit like cinderella. I reached down to retrieve my show and then settled back into the seat. My driver was very handsome and rather than put my shoe back on, I slipped my stocking clad foot up to rest on the console between the two front seats. This parted my legs and if he looked the right angle, I'm sure he could see up my skirt to the lace tops of my stockings. I leaned back and checked my voice mail. I had a low voiced and sexy message from Dr Lust which I had every intention of complying with. As I listened, I unbuttoned another button on my shirt and took a slow deep breath and widened my legs.
The driver practically tried to carry me out of the car when we arrived, he was so solicitous.
It was fun, let me tell you!
