"There just isn't time to change, there just isn't, this costume change is utterly impossible!! One of these nights I'm going to come out on stage naked, then what will we do...?!?!" She spoke with force and tenacity. Then we both broke into soft laughter, not wanting to be heard by the audience out in the house.
I was taken aback and somehow turned on, watching her silhouette slipping in and out of costumes. I felt naughty witnessing any more, so I hid within the curtain wings, just off stage, out of the lights, still tempted to take a peep or two.
I was falling in love with this energetic ball of feisty fire. She was young, sexy, voluptuous and she had it all. A voice, a presence, a force, and she had the most amazing breasts!
I'd been brutally burned by the last sex bomb in my life, and was weary of any woman who might strike at my wounded heart in any way. But this one was different, this one had something remarkable and altogether unique, somehow undefinable. This one was one I could make magic with. Even if she was dangerously vivacious and volatile.
We went on to make beautifully sexy and wonderful magic in this life together. Later that magic would tragically burn out, but at this time, it was fantastically alive and worth every blessed moment.
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