So… my birthday went down like this
Limo arrived about seven fifteen. I was dressed in a black dress that went slightly above my knees. My heels were about four inches tall. My hair was curled and pinned up in a sexy and luscious bun that made my face look like it just stepped out of the best spa in Paris.
I am banging if I may say so myself. My heels are cfm’s and my attitude is about the same. I am ready to celebrate a great accomplishment. To live another year is a blessing. If you need a bib, just let me know because I can’t down grade. I can only UPgrade and this is it.
Lifting up my glass that is sparkling like my lip-gloss. My lips are nice and soft and they look a little plump. They have that tasty unbelievable shine that makes you want to suck them like a pork chop bone.
I lick my lips in an effort to break the ice. My vice… the limo driver glances back and my dress has risen up a tad. My legs are glistening with the lights overhead. I cross my legs slowly… creating heat and tension.
I don’t know where we are going. The car arrived with a note that said, ‘be ready at seven and wear what’s in the box”.
I lost myself in bubbles and I hurried into my dream.
I am the birthday queen.
I am laughing in the back of the limo. My aroma is filling the space. Memories can’t erase.
We are driving on a windy road and my butt is sliding around. I get excited to know where the limo will go and my excitement is getting loud.
I sipped on my taste of good cheer searching for the key.
I am the birthday queen.
I feel heat; I feel beads of love falling to the floor as we pull into an oasis I cannot believe what I am seeing. It seems so unreal.
The driver opens the door and reaches for my hand. I am tipsy and feeling rather giddy and I want more. He takes my hand and helps me up to the top of the stoop, there’s a door. The door is open and the curtains are blowing out into the wind. The driver hands me my bag and he points up to the door. I am trembling with thoughts of what’s in store.
I proceed through the curtains to see a fireplace lit. A bear rug and a silver platter with strawberries and cream. There’s a note that says, “Love, have a bite of my desire”.
I bite into the strawberry and the juice ran down my chin. It’s so juicy… so wet… so sweet. My lips are trembling.
In walks the butler with a bottle of champagne… a note that reads, ” Love, allow the wetness and bubbles to penetrate your being until I arrive”.
I am screaming on the inside. Come on, what the hell. Nobody gets a birthday like this. Am I getting punked or something…
I am sipping champagne and eating sweet strawberries. In walks the butler with a robe and a note that reads, “Love, slip into this robe and wait for me by the fire”.
I am like what? I am trembling, and I am misty. I slip out of my dress into the robe, made of silk.
It felt like an orgasm wrapping itself around my body when I put this robe on. It was so silky and creamy.
In walks the butler with a note that reads, “Love, wait for me in the master suite”.
I follow the butler as he slowly leads the way. He looks back at me as my breast are slightly moving back and forth as we walk down the hall with the robe swaying open and close for his viewing.
I am the birthday queen, you know what I mean?
I am feeling the sweat between my thighs. Moving when I move.
I can smell the sweetness that reminds me of love.
I arrive at the master suite… I stop and stare as the butler turns to leave
There’s s someone sitting there. It’s a woman. In a teddy.
I turn to look at the door but the butler is already free. I look again at the lady.
She is beautiful… Hair long, flowing down her back. Face made tantalizing enough to catch a stare. Breasts are full and ass looks tight, but wait… what the hell is she doing here right?
I look at the note that is on the night stand… it reads, “Love, enjoy a taste and see on me”.
I look at the woman who is rising to her feet. She looks as if she is about to take total control. I swallow hard as she approaches. What do I do? Do I let her have her way?
I have five seconds to figure it out. I want to let her do what she was told to do to me. I lean back on the chase. My eyes are open wide. My thighs are busting sweat beads like the fourth of July.
I am the birthday queen. I mean…
She takes me by the arm and leads me to the bed. She lays me on my stomach. I look at her not knowing what to do.
My mouth is hot. My girl is on fire. She puts her knee into my back and I am like what the world is she doing to me. She takes her hands and rubs them down my back… my favorite spot.
How does she know? She smoothly rubs my neck and into my hair. She is in my scalp giving me pleasures of running naked in a daisy field.
Free to be. I have never had such pleasures as these…
I am the birthday queen. But really… what’s with the chic?
So… I’m digging it. And I’m in heaven. So far I am enjoying every moment of the ride
She takes my leg and she strokes it with oil. Her breasts are moving with the motion of my heartbeat.
I am the fucking birthday queen.
She takes my toes and moves her fingers in between. Back and forth and back and forth. My head is tilted back and my eyes are closed.
She tells me its time and she turns me over…
I am now on my back and the heat just rose a notch. She takes my arms and rubs them softly. Gentle. Making circles with her finger tips. Creating an exotic feeling of pulsating rhythms.
She takes her finger tips and dips them in oil. She starts at my neck and works her way down to my breast. The oil makes her hands slip over and over my breast. Rubbing the tension from my chest with her magic oil.
She massages the muscles of the breast and then she massages the nipples. She moves them gently in and out of her fingers… I am on fire by now and cannot be saved.
I am the birthday queen.
She moves to my stomach that is full of sweat. She is stroking and sculpting like a piece of artwork. I am a Picasso between her fingers. She is creating a masterpiece of an illusion. I can be a fantasy and be any dream I wish to be.
Her hands are moving toward my thighs. In between and back again. She moves favorably down my body and back up. She finds my thighs are soft and wet. Wet from anticipation of what may come next.
The heat is making her heart skip a beat. Not knowing what to feel. Is this real?
I am lying on this bed, with my legs weak as noodles. This lady is using her hands as a secret weapon.
Got me mesmerized. All I know is,
I am the frickin birthday queen
She is working those thighs and my girl starts to throb. She’s confused yet at the same time… she’s in for the ride
I feel floored to the bed with the weight of my love, she is rubbing my stomach and she’s heading for the girl. I can hear her call out my name… Summer B. what you letting this lady do to me.
She’s on the outside of the clit and she knows where the muscle is. She is stroking with the index fingers. Oil allows a soothingly flow. Circle in, circle out, I am about to explode. I mean… my girl! Come on now. I got limits.
I am laying here with my finger in my mouth. She is stroking the girl to no man land. There is no coming back from here.
I can feel her convulsing. I can feel her heat.
The lady is moving up to my breast and back down again. There seems to be an endless supply of oil that seems to overflow. Skin shinning and heat is rising.
My girl is loosing her mind. The muscles around her don’t seem to be as tight. She’s asking for a lifejacket to help with all the rain. Says she drowning in my love and I’m about to release the flood gates.
My eyes are rolling in the back of my head…
Well I am the birthday queen…
She takes my toes and puts them up to her lips. As if to kiss. She lays them gently back down on the bed as I can’t take it anymore. My girl is wondering where I am. Ooh baby…
As the lady in the teddy moves her fingers around my naval, I began to release my love while the tips of her fingers find their way down my thigh. She uses both hands to accept my love. Fingers swirling side by side.
She reaches up as I lay convulsing to the beat of a rhythm I am unfamiliar. Takes my nipples and pulls them between her fingers and release.
I am like, bitch… I’m convulsing. What you trying to do to me…
In walks him, my man, as she hurries and cleans up her mess. I mean my mess.
I am laying there with my mouth in my lap. He walks over to me and examines my body. Dips his fingers in the oil and creates a crazy eight on my chest.
and it happens all over, this time it‘s for him..
I am the fucking birthday queen, and I am coming again and again!
copyright 2010 ãSummer Bradshauã, ad
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1 dress: includes one pair of shoes, perfume and lip gloss
1 silk robe
1 silk boxer
2 bottles of champagne
Limo ride to the hotel
Hotel Suite with fireplace
Chocolate covered strawberries
3 flavored condoms
1 can of whip cream
1 personal consultant- relax tech
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Beauty shop and make up add $200
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