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A Christmas Eve instruction

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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…

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*This is not a new post but has become somewhat of a tradition to post each year at this time. I beg your indulgence for another go ’round.

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Perceptive

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Her perceptive mind

knew him

understood him

saw her soul

within the reflection

of his

and in seeing

this mirror image

knew with her whole being

that her surrender

to him

meant a similar yielding

of him

to her.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Vladimir Volegov, “Monday Dreams”


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A Christmas Eve instruction

IMG_1944 7

 

Audio here

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 is a repost from last Christmas. At the time it caused a bit of a stir. I thought I would repost with audio to share with new readers. I beg your indulgence.

 ©SirenSong1208


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Morning Dew

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The silence is peaceful

Aiding in reflection

I feel the morning dew

As I walk along the footpath

Lost in thoughts of you

Missing you

Keenly

My longing heart

Feeling like a lost letter

Misplaced

Never having reached its destination

Existing only in darkness

Waiting to be pulled out

And thrust into the light

My heart sighing

In comfort

And relief

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