a love story
We met in Miami, it was September. I was having a high old time checking out all the hot spots on South Beach. I was passing an antique shop when and unusual piece got my eye and also a chair. She was a gorgeous red head that wept of sensuality. Pretending to be interested in the chair I coyly checked out this vivacious woman. She seemed to be selling the shopkeeper some antiques from Asia and had her eating out of the palm of her hand. Dressed in a tailor made Italian suit she was charming the pants off her. I decided I wanted some of that too. I politely interrupted and made sure to make eye contact with this incredibly interesting person. I smiled and she smiled back. Her eyes moved down my torso and I could tell she liked what she saw. I pulled away from her gaze to inquire about the chair. The owner said it was not for sale, just display merchandise. Just the opening Miranda needed, "I know where you can get a chair just like that" she said, " I have two at my house that I was keeping but I might be persuaded into selling them to the right person." "Why don't you come by for dinner and you can look at the chairs while you are there." She gave me her card and we set a time to meet.
I arrived promptly at the appointed time. Beautiful Spanish style home right on the Atlantic, new Jaguar XLS in the driveway. So far I'm impressed. She greeted me at the door dressed in a white silk pants suit. My heart was all a flutter, not to mention the other parts beginning to throb. Miranda poured two glasses of champagne, her limpid blue eyes burning a whole right through me as she handed me a flute. "Do I rip off her clothes now or wait a few minutes?" I thought. I broke from her gaze long enough to say "About those chairs" said I. "Oh yes, that is what you came her for, isn't it" she said. I could hear the sarcasm dripping from that statement. She took my hand and led me into the dinning room where there were in fact two chairs just like the one in the shop on the beach. I asked how much she wanted for them and she said we'd discuss price later. She pulled out a chair at the table and motioned for me to sit down. A server brought out an appetizer of prawns cocktail. The next course was glazed lamb with new potatoes and cabbage, I later found out that it is Miranda's favorite meal. We made small talk and I learned all about her travels and some of her business dealings. I gave her the highlights of my 36 years and before we knew it dinner is finished. Miranda stood up and sauntered over to my chair. Bending over she whispered in my ear, "And what would you like for dessert?" I looked up into her eyes, my inhibitions melting away, "You" I replied. With that she picked me up and laid me on the table. We must have made love a dozen times that night using most every room in the house, 18 rooms to be exact. I've been with lots and lots of women but nothing as sexy and hot as it was that night with Miranda.
What a great dream, remembering my fantastic wife and how we met. That story always makes me horny. What's this? Something wet is on my right tit. Oooooooooooooooh! that feels wonderful. I open my eyes and there to my surprise is Miranda home from her buying trip, sucking away and randy as hell. Needless to say we made love right there, by the pool, in the pool and later in the dinning room. The romance certainly has not gone out of this relationship, thank God. And the chairs have never left the dinning room. I never did get a price for those. I guess it was a package deal.
Poetry by lynne cannon
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 22:37
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miranda
Miranda and I bought this house on the beach 12 years ago and much redecorating later have made it into our Shangri la. Much of the furnishings are from Miranda's wheeling and dealings around the world. What we don't keep at the house is for sale in our shop in an upscale center near downtown. We rarely open on Sunday or Monday so today I'm enjoying a me-day. My wife is scouring Europe for merchandise and I have the place to myself. I think I'll spend a few hours at the pool reading and soaking up some Florida sunshine. I throw my towel on the chaise and nod to the pool boy Rick, he nods back. What a gorgeous boy, all cut and muscular. Shame I don't go that way but then he doesn't go my way either. I lie down and immediately feel the sun begin to bake my already tanned body. I take the girls out for a little fresh air and sun. Miranda loves my tits with a little color. The reading and sun make me drowsy so I decide to take a little nap. Soon I am dreaming of my distant wife and how our relationship transpired.We met in Miami, it was September. I was having a high old time checking out all the hot spots on South Beach. I was passing an antique shop when and unusual piece got my eye and also a chair. She was a gorgeous red head that wept of sensuality. Pretending to be interested in the chair I coyly checked out this vivacious woman. She seemed to be selling the shopkeeper some antiques from Asia and had her eating out of the palm of her hand. Dressed in a tailor made Italian suit she was charming the pants off her. I decided I wanted some of that too. I politely interrupted and made sure to make eye contact with this incredibly interesting person. I smiled and she smiled back. Her eyes moved down my torso and I could tell she liked what she saw. I pulled away from her gaze to inquire about the chair. The owner said it was not for sale, just display merchandise. Just the opening Miranda needed, "I know where you can get a chair just like that" she said, " I have two at my house that I was keeping but I might be persuaded into selling them to the right person." "Why don't you come by for dinner and you can look at the chairs while you are there." She gave me her card and we set a time to meet.
I arrived promptly at the appointed time. Beautiful Spanish style home right on the Atlantic, new Jaguar XLS in the driveway. So far I'm impressed. She greeted me at the door dressed in a white silk pants suit. My heart was all a flutter, not to mention the other parts beginning to throb. Miranda poured two glasses of champagne, her limpid blue eyes burning a whole right through me as she handed me a flute. "Do I rip off her clothes now or wait a few minutes?" I thought. I broke from her gaze long enough to say "About those chairs" said I. "Oh yes, that is what you came her for, isn't it" she said. I could hear the sarcasm dripping from that statement. She took my hand and led me into the dinning room where there were in fact two chairs just like the one in the shop on the beach. I asked how much she wanted for them and she said we'd discuss price later. She pulled out a chair at the table and motioned for me to sit down. A server brought out an appetizer of prawns cocktail. The next course was glazed lamb with new potatoes and cabbage, I later found out that it is Miranda's favorite meal. We made small talk and I learned all about her travels and some of her business dealings. I gave her the highlights of my 36 years and before we knew it dinner is finished. Miranda stood up and sauntered over to my chair. Bending over she whispered in my ear, "And what would you like for dessert?" I looked up into her eyes, my inhibitions melting away, "You" I replied. With that she picked me up and laid me on the table. We must have made love a dozen times that night using most every room in the house, 18 rooms to be exact. I've been with lots and lots of women but nothing as sexy and hot as it was that night with Miranda.
What a great dream, remembering my fantastic wife and how we met. That story always makes me horny. What's this? Something wet is on my right tit. Oooooooooooooooh! that feels wonderful. I open my eyes and there to my surprise is Miranda home from her buying trip, sucking away and randy as hell. Needless to say we made love right there, by the pool, in the pool and later in the dinning room. The romance certainly has not gone out of this relationship, thank God. And the chairs have never left the dinning room. I never did get a price for those. I guess it was a package deal.
Poetry by lynne cannon
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 22:37
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