silverlaker

Tonight, Serge and I went for a walk down the Rue de Something. Serge had three new originals he was working on and he needed the night sky to shine just so upon my skin. So we walked a while, pausing here, stopping there. Serge was talking in tounges. I sat on a set of cool, marble steps. I was wearing a wool pea coat, knee high boots and some lacy La Perla (that's me paying homage to the French). I edged the black coat open a bit. The cool air gave me goose bumps and I felt my nipples go hard. Suddenly I began to imagine Gabriel there, smoothing his hands over my stockings & garter. Serge cried out:

-That's it, my beautiful. Hold that.

He clicked away.

-You're on fire! Don't lose zat look!!

I twirled my head and my hands went between my legs. I leaned further back on the cold stone steps of the building, my mouth parted. Gabriel was pressing down upon me. He whispered in my ear:

-You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen.

Gabriel's lips melted onto mine. His fingers slid into me. Serge was emotional.

-Fina, I captured the exact light I required! It's perfect, my pet.

Serge said I had never looked so enchanting. Gabriel said we would meet again tomorrow.

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