Passion and Spirit

I know these two, these living breathing beauties sitting with me. And to know them is to desire them. A desire lived, however briefly, in the lapdance.

Young ladies, both. Dancers. Friends. Partners in the dance. Strippers, yes, desiring to please. Pleasing indeed.

You know them, too, if you've read here before. Red and White, skilled in the double-dance. ("The Double Dance, Pt II - in Four Acts", "Red and White Reunited". Click on those titles and read them again. They're worth revisiting.)

Rechristened here, tonight, as Passion and Spirit.

Passion - a voluptuous and radiant beauty. Smoldering Passion, desiring to please. A poet's heart and a lover's body. Enchanting and familiar- both at once, with a welcoming smile and a bone deep lingering embrace. All consuming passion coiled within her. Un-handleable - she had challenged me before. Handle-able, I think. She knows me and yet she does not. Handle-able, I know. And I would risk the fire of her passion to find out.

Spirit - a wickedly delightful sex pixie. A girly-girl in innocent pig-tails and white silk stockings with ruffles mid-thigh. A porn-loving wild girl, at ease with impropriety. Pure fun in a boner-inducing let's-get-it-started package.

A taste tonight, just a taste. A preview, in tandem.

A tiprail double-dance, with Passion and I tipping Spirit. First the girls - lingering and connecting. Then me, toyed with by Spirit's teasing bump-and-grind. Nice.

A dance, with Passion and I on the couch. One song, one heavy-breathing, body rubbing, song. Intoxicating perfume invading my senses. Smoldering eroticism. Not enough. A taste.

A dance, passing me off to Spirit. A visual, energetic treat. Reconnecting, she and I, with the promise of wild times to come inferred. Very nice, but not enough. A taste.

A tiprail double-dance to end the short evening. Spirit and I tipping Passion. Spirit stashing my dollars in strategic creases for a game of find the dollar. Two girls as one, a sexual moment that's as real as it gets. Nice. A taste.

And I'm out.

But I will be back. And the clock won't bind me on my return. Our time will come again, Passion and Spirit and me.

Thank you, ladies. My friends.