1. my first crush
2. Elegance
3. latin tone

my first crush

Laure was my first crush, the most beautiful, desirable, unattainable woman in my life. I long sought close intimacy with her, but I had competition. She was, is, petite, her hair is long and auburn, often held high by an ebony brooch, her breasts heavy, almost too heavy for her small chest, with large darker nipples, her buttocks and legs shapely, round and delicious. I spied on her when I was a teenager, managed to surprise her a couple times when she was massaging her breasts, her arms held high, which revealed she did not shave.

She did not shave her vulva either, a fact I knew early from a picture of her naked my father had taken, and I discovered in his desk. I was mesmerised, and often masturbated dreaming of her lush bush, and what was hidden behind it. I often came to the kitchen when she was there, sitting at the table and observing her, her supple shape, the motion of her back, her slender neck, her thighs through the thin apron. She used to smile at me, knowingly, blowing me little kisses. Rarely she came to me to pass her hand between my knees and touched my crotch ever so lightly, which set me on fire.

Elegance

We continued to see each other, from time to time going out for dinner, or the theatre. Laure is supremely elegant, her choice of clothes, jewellery, underwear  and make up always enhancing her striking features, the sensual lips – ha! how I dreamed of those and her other lips hidden below! –  the dark and smiling eyes, her lovely teeth. She lost her husband some years back, and for a long time I knew very little  of her personal life, thinking she was keeping me at arms length. It was not the case as I was to discover lately. 

latin tone

She’s working as editor in a small publishing house specialising in luxury erotic books and prints.  We see each other more often, talk about her work and mine, and explore possibilities. She knows me well, and I feel we are getting closer again. At this point I wonder if I ought to to push my luck, and perhaps create this intimacy I so much longed for.

Laure is observing me, every time we meet now looking more and more desirable and sexy. Her hair has no touch of grey, her skin lustrous and of a beautiful latin tone that for me is the most erotic. I am fascinated by her lips, and my ambition to discover more has been revived with our more frequent meetings. 

Lately we spoke about bondage, and Japanese art. She knows a lot, has travelled a lot too. She’s started telling me about her adventures in Japan and Korea. She’s good at languages, she’s a superb cook, and I guess she must be a wonderful lover. Quo Vadis?

Ozuma Kaname