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The Crystal Tub
( slow-motion burlesque )
Alone, I walk upon the stage.
Stiletto heels are what I wear,
But not for long, and nothing else.
There’s only one
Who has a ticket stub,
And he submits a list
Of how I do my hair
And what I mustn’t wear.
Of songs he wants to hear.
In a’cappella style.
He likes the key in which I sing.
It’s always just the two of us.
The paneled auditorium.
The theater with chandeliers
A-cou-sti-cal-ly balanced.
Tonight, there’s one more thing
That adds a fifth card to his deck
This evening:
A 4-footed, 4-claw bathtub,
With a see-through front exposure
That anyone can view into.
That’s when he intertwines his hands,
And rests the clean cleft of his chin
Against a marquis diamond ring.
On instinct, I lift up a leg.
Easing in, the water rises.
And now, it’s filled with 80 proof.
I wait for a sign to begin,
But his fingers remain entwined
And I know that it’s delib’rate.
I feel my pulse, a metronome,
That beats a tempo double-time.
I hear a songbird taking flight,
And then I clear a long, high trill.
His arm raises straight in the air,
I close my mouth, my wide eyes quiz,
Awaiting the words that are his.
Then quietly raises his head
And murmurs low “Go right ahead”.
I splash the water on my breasts,
Massage the shining pears that wink
While pulling nipples, sucking breath.
I reach between thighs as I stroke
The swollen hardness of my sex,
Repeating thrusts until I choke.
I writhe and arch, jerk with a gasp.
He watches milk squirt in the act,
Spreading a cloud in water’s bath.
I hear a cry, and then I know
I’ve reached the key he’s waited for.
In black and grey tux’ perfect fit,
He strolls through the orchestra pit
And to the stage to blow a kiss.
I take my cue, stay in the tub,
Unzip his pants as fingers rub,
With fuller lips of flushing bliss
To draw him deep to catch the spill.
The wait when he comes won’t be long.
The encore’s when I ‘play’ his song.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Alone, I walk upon the stage.
Stiletto heels are what I wear,
But not for long, and nothing else.
There’s only one
Who has a ticket stub,
And he submits a list
Of how I do my hair
And what I mustn’t wear.
Of songs he wants to hear.
In a’cappella style.
He likes the key in which I sing.
It’s always just the two of us.
The paneled auditorium.
The theater with chandeliers
A-cou-sti-cal-ly balanced.
Tonight, there’s one more thing
That adds a fifth card to his deck
This evening:
A 4-footed, 4-claw bathtub,
With a see-through front exposure
That anyone can view into.
That’s when he intertwines his hands,
And rests the clean cleft of his chin
Against a marquis diamond ring.
On instinct, I lift up a leg.
Easing in, the water rises.
And now, it’s filled with 80 proof.
I wait for a sign to begin,
But his fingers remain entwined
And I know that it’s delib’rate.
I feel my pulse, a metronome,
That beats a tempo double-time.
I hear a songbird taking flight,
And then I clear a long, high trill.
His arm raises straight in the air,
I close my mouth, my wide eyes quiz,
Awaiting the words that are his.
Then quietly raises his head
And murmurs low “Go right ahead”.
I splash the water on my breasts,
Massage the shining pears that wink
While pulling nipples, sucking breath.
I reach between thighs as I stroke
The swollen hardness of my sex,
Repeating thrusts until I choke.
I writhe and arch, jerk with a gasp.
He watches milk squirt in the act,
Spreading a cloud in water’s bath.
I hear a cry, and then I know
I’ve reached the key he’s waited for.
In black and grey tux’ perfect fit,
He strolls through the orchestra pit
And to the stage to blow a kiss.
I take my cue, stay in the tub,
Unzip his pants as fingers rub,
With fuller lips of flushing bliss
To draw him deep to catch the spill.
The wait when he comes won’t be long.
The encore’s when I ‘play’ his song.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Published 12th May 2018
Author's Note
Burlesque knew how to cater to a man’s fantasies.
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12th May 2018 3:46pm
12th May 2018 4:32pm
Well it’s different...
Seriously, I thank you for being adventurous, and curious to step through the beaded curtains to view the burlique!
🌜🐅
Seriously, I thank you for being adventurous, and curious to step through the beaded curtains to view the burlique!
🌜🐅
12th May 2018 4:56pm
phewwww...now that's an early morning vision that'll stay with me all day...sensational.....
12th May 2018 5:26pm
Why thank you, bc sir! When it comes to, um, things & such like this, there are a few who know that's when I'm definitely a morning person! [eyeroll]
12th May 2018 7:54pm
Richly worded and imaginative, Jade. That bathtub is quite an invention, one that deserves at least a prototype and patent. I love a bathroom with a view...
12th May 2018 9:07pm
*giggles*
You've still got it in you, Thomas, and you're always so cute about it! I thank you so much for coming over to enjoy, and to give it a place of honor in your Reading List!
You've still got it in you, Thomas, and you're always so cute about it! I thank you so much for coming over to enjoy, and to give it a place of honor in your Reading List!
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14th May 2018 7:34am
*dimpled smile*
Ah, sweet harleea, I /love/ how immersed you were as the scene slowly played out before a one-man audience, and you as a voyeur caught in the wing. I wish I’d known you were there, it would have added another ‘act’ of titilation to the ‘play’.
~Jadey✍️
Ah, sweet harleea, I /love/ how immersed you were as the scene slowly played out before a one-man audience, and you as a voyeur caught in the wing. I wish I’d known you were there, it would have added another ‘act’ of titilation to the ‘play’.
~Jadey✍️
