Seeing as how my sex life has COMPLETLEY ground to a halt… I thought to dive into the ol’ Tickle Trunk and dredge up an old memory or two.
If nothing else, we’ll always have uh, then I suppose.
This one is about Shelley.
How to describe perfection? The perfection that affects you on the primal, cellular level? She had it. I’ll do my best to dive into this. She was a former dancer – about 5’7, maybe about 125 lbs, and with a rock-hard dancer’s body. Zero body fat. Perfect 34B/C tits. Tiny waist. Perfect bell shaped ass. She was white (not that that matters) but had a darker, almost Mediterranean complexion; she always looked tanned & healthy. Not the cold white skin pallor that affects most Canadians in the winter months. She had long brown hair, HUGE eyes, and tiny, delicate, almost elfin features, but was blessed with huge sensual lips with a toothy grin and wide, generous mouth. She honestly could have been a centerfold, a model, anything. She was just physically THAT attractive. She moved with an unconscious, feline grace. I suppose that comes from her years of dancing, but one of the things I loved about her was just watching the way she’d walk across the room. Hips swaying, super feminine, just oozing sex. She just moved so gracefully and sensually – maybe she knew it, but I doubt it. that was just part of her ‘Thing’.