Overview

We'd never even spoken and I couldn't get her out of my head. I saw her almost every day and, God, she made my lady parts sing. But it wasn’t just what she did to me physically. Whenever I looked at her, my imagination ran away with me and I couldn’t help but picture her hands on me. I couldn’t help but wonder what her skin tasted like. I would imagine the heat of her body against mine. Feel the crush of her lips. She became the star of every one of my fantasies. And when we finally spoke, I was entranced by her voice, spurred to near climax by a wild encounter. It was then she began to unravel me and held me tight as everything in my world turned upside down. My Vixen.