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Slippery When Wet

Storm clouds building in my rear view mirror
By the time I'm home it's pouring down hard
I get totally drenched running to the door
Clothes clinging to me, leaving nothing to the imagination

Cold and shivering, I quickly strip :down
It's late so I climb under the covers with a glass of red
Time to catch up on some reading
Without hesitation I log into DU

There they are.....the words you wrote for me
Wants and needs come rushing in
You know all too well what you do to me, Sir
As passion takes over my hands become yours

Exploring and caressing all that I can reach
Starting nice and slow, savoring each touch
As I reread your words the moisture builds
I need release in the worst of ways

God how just the thought of you drives me wild
One hand fiercely taking my curves
The other starving for much more
Feeding that hunger it dives into my creamy depths

Feverishly I seek satisfaction
Beads of sweat rolling down my cleavage
Things are truly heating up
Deeper and faster I slide


**December 16th, 2014**

Written by lilsouthernbelle
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