The Dangerous Wine Drinker - Sex Stories

The Dangerous Wine Drinker

And so I find her, sipping wine Not whites or Rosés, too sublime But red so rich and full bodied It made me crave her wicked deeds Full and fruity, no contrition Makes her lose all inhibition As merciless by text I'm pleased She let me know, she'd parted knees Her hands slip up her inner thigh I pictured it, in my mind's eye They glide across soft, silken skin In search of all the joy within Hands aware of her tender spots The gentle touch that makes her hot So brazenly she raises hips And slides her fingers to those lips Soft silk and lace was pulled apart It raised the beating of my heart To think that so seductive spread She rubbed herself upon that bed Juices flowing, her lips they part I feel my own excitement start I suck my breath between clenched teeth She tells me of the damp beneath Where her fingers probe for pleasure Seeking out her inner treasure Reaching up and then she seized it Wantonly her fingers pleased it Time to go now, my texts must end I have to leave my red wine friend My head, my loins, so full of lust We cannot stay, this is a must And so I left her, sipping wine Not whites or Rosés, too sublime But red so rich and full bodied It made me crave her wicked deeds