She walked about.
Dazed in her fantasy.
She swayed to the imaginary tones vibrating throughout her ever so tender body.
She wore fleshly red stilettos that echoed when it hit the tree brown tile in her apartment.
She slowly walked down the hall.
Seducing the air with her sensitivity.
Her legs shine smoothly.
Long and lean.
She wore a tight black dress that hugged her hour glass shape ever so tightly, making her ass stick out so generously.
As she stepped inch by inch she felt herself up to the rhythm of her body.
Yearning for a man's touch.
Her pussy grieving for satisfaction.
As she closed her eyes imagining a man wrapping his arms around her she put her small fingers around her subtle plump lips and into her hot mouth.
Breathing so heavily.
She enters her room.
A dance so sensual that any man or woman must stop and stare.
She takes her shoes off, makes her dress fall to the floor and only her see through thong and bra she keeps on.
As she twirls and shakes her breast bounce.
Almost popping out of her bra.
She falls to the bed, feeling herself up.
Rubbing each body part softly then rough and back again.
She slides her fingers down her ribcage and belly button.
Daring to go where no man has gone before.
She traces her outlines.
Tickling her insides by lightly stroking her clit.
She stops and goes.
Stops and goes.
Picking up deeper breaths as she goes.
When she can take it no more she enters with ease.
Heightening her excitement with the thought of tightness squeezed around her finger.
Sliding in and out to her liking.
Fucking herself till her greed becomes satisfied with heavens mercy.
She tastes her delight.
She enjoys it well.
She is Mrs. Red.....
Come and see who is she: