You Are Mine, Aveline

Aveline, there are so many contradictions ? an enigma would cry in despair. You are twenty-one, yet carry a sophistication beyond your years. Painted with precision, you found your Parisian Red so early into womanhood, and you dare to wear makeup that evokes the sensuality of your eyes. You know the connotations, you look so fragile, yet this is your courage. Your flowing tresses are pinned up, coloured blacker than a raven?s wing. It has stolen your youth and is the colour of death. Yet, it reveals the swooping lines of your neck, and there is such vivacious poetry in your expression. There are so many admirers for you in this restaurant tonight; you should return their gaze. Acknowledge they exist.. anyone else would.No, not you, Aveline.An old soul before your time, yet vibrant in body and spirit. Wearing Chantilly lace fit for a Duchesse, yet it is a collar around your neck. The white gold pendant and its blood-red garnet catches the light when you make the faintest gestures. Tasteful, yet the colour hints at your exotic passions. Nobility, yet ownership, Aveline, and you wear it so well.You came to our house dressed like Picasso and sit here inspired by Chanel in a little black dress. Your porcelain skin glows Anadolu Yakası Escort as a Normandy flower plucked at the very moment of its bloom. We dine on Provencale when it should be Haute Cuisine. You eat by conquest, carving it into morsels, skewering it in pieces? yet, you crave to be devoured.That smile, as sweet as a virgin with no cynicism, lingers on my own. Yet, I see the glimmer of demure wickedness; I know you, Aveline. So slender and fragile in every movement, you have the power to illuminate ten men. You may be in your third decade, yet you have the carnal knowledge of two lifetimes. As timid as church dormouse until I dressed you. You stood resolute as ancient rocks, yet made my hands tremble. Now, you turn heads and torture us all. Blasé, with a sensuality that renders the sturdiest hearts of the most romantic.You crack that Crème Brulee, as you have broken many hearts. They offered you free will when you needed the assertiveness of another. You bat your lashes painted with evocative mascara with the innocence of a nun. When naked, those feline cheeks accentuate your youth. Contoured like this, they evoke your maddening guile. Artists have removed body Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan parts for the madness you inspire.As words, they are the declared lyrics of my intent. Sample the insanity you invoke; try to remain still as my hand along your inner thigh turns each base syllable into the alchemy of arousal. Mice can roar, and I will make you as hungry as a famished vixen. It flutters in the pit of my stomach, the turgid heat of arousal; it churns and churns. My face is flushed, and it is not the wine.You will be collared and leashed, Aveline. There are too many contradictions; it is for your safety and ours.My husband takes my hand and brushes the back of it with his thumb. He knows? he knows how to calm me.-=-=-=-Earlier this morning, I was grateful that I slept well. You were in my dreams and haunted me. The writhing of your naked body and the black void of your mouth wailed as you plunged into orgasm.I told my husband. He tried to sate me and turned my mind inside out as I clung on. Dying and dying, with one tumultuous convulsion after another. I clamoured for so much more, and he had to capitulate. He is only human, and so am I. This is more than I Escort Anadolu Yakası can take.My bare feet thundered on the oak floor, and the sway of my hair, unkempt, symbolised my wild emotions as I blazed into my husband?s eyes. I wore his periwinkle blue shirt, too big for my slender frame, its tails like a caress of his hand on my flanks.As an ever-spinning wheel, I tried to concentrate on my work and looked at it, laughing at me. I slapped the table with both hands; it made my placid husband jump. It was something he is wary of, a very Parisian fit of pique. From a distressed tigress, his embrace soothed me back into a kitten.?Come on, Ines?? I could feel his deep bass through me, calming the turmoil, ?Let?s go out tonight.??Go out? Are you crazy? You know what I need.??We are going out because of what you need.??I? don?t understand.??Summon Aveline??Just your name calmed me in an instant.-=-=-=-Now, the evening leads us towards our destiny. I would call it fate, but that implies I have no control. If only you knew how little I had, you would challenge it, which would be my delicious downfall. The obstinate taxi driver mutters about football with my husband while the soft tip of my little finger tantalises your milky thigh.Always, you are so obedient, and it tempers my lust which swirls like a maelstrom. The merest touch of the crushed velvet that encases your body makes me want to damn this desire to the pits of hell. When I blaze like this, I know why and who to blame. This gnawing, fizzing energy cannot be placated without you, Aveline.