jodi
Registered User

before leaving your chambers i leave a gift, a gift of mascara for those long lushous lashes that sweep and hypnotise me and make me feel strangley happy curtaining those beautiful deep ocean blue eyes that drowning in would be a pleasure, he places the gift on your night stand before retreating back to his den.

wakes with a start and thoughts drift to his beautiful friend who dominates his thoughts frequently, crawls from his bed and sleeks of to peek on his sleeping friend, hand clasping the door he pushes gently and peeks inside to see the princess laying on her bed beauiful hair falls around her head and shoulders, laying on the floor and crawling in,as not to wake her from her beauty sleep, he saddles up to the bed and the smell of her fills his head, making him giddy and light headed. i sit a while smiling that im so close and yet you know nothing in your tranquil state. i look around the room and notice your thigh high's and think about kissing them then i hear you stir above me so i quietly sleek out.

Hopes you have been well sweetie

hello my friend i hope i havent put an end to our friendship by way of disripecting you in some way i look forward to our wordplay and the way your words stir me, can we chat somemore please..? your friend grovell x.

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The smile that greets him followed by the smell of someone wonderful, and the his name pouring from such kissable perfect pouted lips, the perfect white teeth that sparkle when they part, the closness of her to him makes him heady and weak, but his eyes never leave her form, that form that would drive men to unthinkable things if only she asked of it, a rose amongst thorns in this dark place, now in heels to firm up and if possible extend such perect legs that tapper down to what he can only imagine are soft pedicured feet incased in those high cruel looking heels, heels he would have impale him if it ment a kiss or lick of them. but in a swish and a turn on them he is broken from his daydream and can only stare and drool at the ivory soft perfect behind leaving his vision.

the clicking of fine pointed heels echo's through the room and the smell of jodi follows unmatakably after, eyes widen ears prick, sences highten upon smelling and hearing the rare thing of beauty in the shadows of the library. the coward that hides in the shadows and watches HER from afar, longing to toutch such smooth pale ivory skin, sigh's* sees a rose a pink delicate but pales in beauty to jodi rose, in her perfect nubile hand and is placed on a table and with all the grace god could muster into a vision she turns on a pointed fine heel and sways away again, leaving him with a gift and another memrobile memory...tys jodi x

hiding in the shadows of the room as not to startle the vision in his sights, reminding him of a graceful dear or ballet dancer floating across the floor in her elegant way, eyes on stalks as you bend and let your lashes fall like autum leaves, he longs to reach out a hand and toutch the silk ivory skin, but feels unworthy, seeing you sway away into to distance, knowing he'll not see the like again, he whispers to himself "good bye jodi" and draws back into his shadow..

scurring around he comes across an envelope, curious he stoops down to sniff and observe it. instantly the smell fills his nostrils and intoxicates him and he carnt resist to rip it open and see what joys await him inside, And there in perfect print a pattern that he instantly knows and holds to his chest, could this be a kiss from a rose, a perfect set of lush pert smooth lips, that once whispred his name and carried to him on the wind and fell him to his knees, again staring at the note of thanks, holding it to his lips n nose drinking in the scent and knowing this is as close as he will ever get to the ivory tower perfect lady who teases his mind and sences with her looks, words and smell.

scurries in and and scurries out again but has left another gift to grace such beauty, a small tube of pink sheer lip gloss to coat but could never really do justice to the perfectly formed and lushious lips that pout and gently whisper teasing words across the wind to float down to my lowly position, the shuddering and weakness upon seeing such beauty in all it's stunning form weakens my resolve and knees, they loose there steadyness and force me to look at you from afar and from below. enjoy your gift oh beautiful lady.