Stripped Senseless

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want to be looking in her eyes when I
get to the really good parts.   I saw
Tania’s sharp intake of breath at my complement and goes a rather deep shade of
red, she really is quite breath-taking.  
                  Tania is not very good at taking
complements, something I am going to have to change once she decides to become
mine.   I will give her complements every
day that I breathe air.   I want her to
feel as beautiful as I see her.
                  “Tania you are perfect to me. That
first time I saw you, I struggled to breathe.   There was an instant connection between you and I that I have never felt
before.   There is an electricity that
could power several cities in one go.   If
ever there was a couple more suited to one another it is you and I.   You are my Ying to my Yang, my Sun to your
moon, god we go together like an apple pie and the tastiest cream.   And baby I am not embarrassed to say that I
love the taste of your cream.”   It was a
brazen move bringing that one to the table, but I needed to let her know that I
was still the bad boy that she fell for the night of the hen night.  
                  Tania is a beautiful shade of red
again, god I love that about her, if only I knew what she was thinking,
hopefully dirty erotic thoughts like I am having.   She looks into my eyes again and I can see
the start of her beautiful smile starting to shine through.   I am getting through to her, I can feel
it.  
                  “Okay enough of this skirting
around the issue, I am going to pull out my trump card because I have nothing left
to use, Tania.   I am madly and totally in
love with you.   I will protect you and
care for you for as long as you are mine.   I have got to have you back, if I don’t get you back I am not sure how I
am going to get by.   Tania you are by far
the love of my life and I cannot imagine you not in it.   Please say you will be mine again.”   I am now pleading with her, the
desperation now evident in my voice and to be honest I don’t care.   I would do anything at this moment to have
her back and that is no joke.  
                  I put my hand into the pocket of
my tux pocket and search for the clincher, I just hope she can see the
sincerity in it, although it’s more a thing kids would do.   I pull out the candy and take Tania’s hand
and put the candy in her hand and close her fingers over it.   She opens her hand and looks at the sweet, it’s a candy love heart that has silly sayings
inscribed on them.   On it, it says Please be mine.   Her eyes light up and she flings her arms
around me and plants the most amazing kiss on my dry lips.   God I
love this woman.
    ********
                  I pull away from David’s lips, I
am still shaken from our kiss it always sends an electric current running
through me.   That was by far the most
romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.   Right now however, I have no romantic intentions whatsoever, I want to jump this man’s bones.   I love
how we both are interested in the BDSM scene but just once I want David to make
love to me.   I want him to make love to
me right this minute, we need to find an empty room pronto before I burst into
flames from sexual tension in front of all the guests.  
                  I grab David’s hand and pull him
out of the ball room. I have kicked off my killer heels as I run, well its best
to divest myself of some clothing before I actually get to my room hadn’t
I?   David slams me against the wall of
the corridor, my head smacks the wall hard.   I feel a slight stab of pain but it’s nothing
compared to the extreme horniness I am currently feeling.   David runs his hand through my hair and with
the other hand he pulls my chin up towards the ceiling and kisses my neck.   Fuck me
and Jesus Christ on a bike and any other obscene words I can think of.   I think David has worked out that

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