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Christmas Eve mass.
A time for reflection.
But for her
she was thinking of anything
but the birth of the baby Jesus.
She felt naughty
and alive
for she had been given instruction.
Her eyes danced with mischief.
Her secret
and his.
She knew he must have smiled
as he typed the words
wondering at her reaction
feeling a delicious tug
at the thought of her
doing as he had directed.
Up went her skirt
past the lace top thigh highs
dark against her pale thighs.
She tugged her black lace knickers down.
Off they came and down went the skirt
smoothed along her thighs.
Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex
against the skirt.
It was a first for her
and she found it a most delicious practice.
Every time she crossed her legs
every time she moved
she was aware of her bareness.
She thought of him each time
knew he would be pleased
and this aroused her
as pleasing him always did.
Going to church
would never be the same…
*This was first posted two years ago. At the time it caused a bit of a stir. Last year I added audio. It’s a favourite piece so I beg your indulgence once again.
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