The Oracle!!!

Georgie!

by

Spirited18


‘I do not need a pole dancing podium with ogling men in tow to sell my wares nor the hypocritical permission of ‘elderly moralists’ of old moonlighting in the present to tell me how I must be,’ thought Gayle De Banville-George as she minced around her gaily but simply furnished flat. ‘Rather,’ she said as she walked around in front of her life sized mirror watching herself as she slowly undressed in search of that stark, satisfying moments alone. ‘I would sooner defrock bearing my starkly skin too. Take to the street just like a latter day Godiva without a horse between my legs but the thought of you, Georgie. I do not mind sharing the limelight that others paved yesterdays of old but I cannot ride a horse to save my hide. Trust me, I love my body and I am happy to flaunt it. This is a lover’s offering to her gal. I reserve that for my one and only. The lady is not for groping whatever the world thinks of me. I HAVE A DOUBLE BLACK BELT IN JU JITSU SO WATCH OUT! I love that filling girth, take me all the way. Make me go, Ummm. Give it to me… The wind on my body excites me. I’m not shy to ask for more all over again. My Darling Georgie knows how to touch, knows where to touch with fingers, lips and her tongue in all the right places and when! No holds barred. Show me a woman that can say in all honesty, ‘I cannot feel the warmth of a lover’s tongue fondling its way up my back passage’ and I will show you a frigid fish. Who cares? The memories of two nymphets feasting on each other: Tonguing, fingering, fisting each other sweat glowing in the dimly lit pudenda cosy and sweet abandon which by and by induces ecstatic songs of gratitude! Walking starkly down the high street, now and enjoying every moment of it. How lovely, thought Ms. De Banville-George as she felt her body giggle in all the right places particularly she loved her breasts swaying seductively and her flanks too, she seduces, to the point of being moved under sweet, sweet moonlight and wondering if her legs would carry her. They felt like jelly under her weight which she described as light but others called heavy on deaf ears. ‘Orgasmic!’ she said as she walked with nothing else on but the shawl of the night. Stark and loving Georgie’s light friction against her body –Moon kissed, goose pimpled and nicely furred as she walked on by and by. Georgie is my gal! Naked hand in starkly lands to our love nest and we went on another amorous night in each other’s arms.


Spirited18 © April 2008