Tag

Paean

164 posts

Newest first Oldest first
  • Post

    Paean, or abortive pick-up

    December 22, 2014 · 2 min read

    Her hair is elaborate. It’s straight, dyed. The roots are ostentatiously brown, the ends, equally ostentatiously platinum. The bangs are precise, a sharp line across her forehead. Her skin, pale, is somehow set off by the contrast between the platinum…

    Read more
  • Post

    Paean?

    December 6, 2014 · 1 min read

    She was elegantly dressed, in form-fitting clothes that showed off her curves to great effect. She was standing on a street corner, chatting with a friend. Her skin was dark – was she West African? That would have been my…

    Read more
  • Post

    Paean

    November 8, 2014 · 1 min read

    She’s striking, hot, sexy. She’s – by far – the youngest person in the room. She’s in her late 20s. The second-youngest person is at least a decade older. She has dirty blonde hair, tousled, pulled back chaotically in a…

    Read more
  • Post

    Paean

    October 28, 2014 · 1 min read

    She’s tall. Maybe 5’7″. Slender. But curvy. Her waist is tiny, but her hips flare out wide. Her hair – black, with blonde highlights – is pulled back, tight. Her eyebrows have been plucked into narrow strips, and they rise…

    Read more
  • Post

    Paean

    October 23, 2014 · 1 min read

    She’s 25 or so. Ginormous brown eyes. Ginormous. Fake eyelashes. Improbably, impossibly long. White lace patterned Muslim head-scarf, over a black cotton head covering. Elaborately shaped and trimmed eyebrows. Meticulously applied rouge, mascara, eyeliner. Shiny lip gloss. Also meticulously applied.…

    Read more
  • Post

    Multiple paeans

    September 8, 2014 · 1 min read

    Public transportation is great. It feeds me, even when I’m not hungry. Today, I was graced, first, by an olive-skinned, almond-eyed beauty with long, silky, black hair, full c-cup breasts, pouty lips, a form-fitting green cotton minidress, and flat sandals.…

    Read more
  • Post

    Paean

    August 15, 2014 · 1 min read

    Her hair is red. It’s straight, and ends jaggedly just below her shoulders. Her eyes are bright, clear, blue. Her face is pale, pale white. Long, slender, almost shiny. This morning, she painted her delicate lips a red that was…

    Read more
  • Memory or fantasy?

    Paean – strip club crush

    July 17, 2014 · 4 min read

    I was, recently, at a strip club, with a date. I may or may not write about that evening. But let me just tell you about the phenomenally sexy dancer/stripper/woman working there who stole my heart (my cock). There are…

    Read more
  • Post

    Paean

    July 15, 2014 · 1 min read

    She stands 5’3″. She is athletic, muscular, pretty. Her hips flare out. Her solid, meaty ass fills her tight blue cargo pants – pants that weren’t intended to be tight, that were designed to fit generously. Her blonde hair, straight,…

    Read more
  • Memory or fantasy?

    Sofia

    June 24, 2014 · 5 min read

    It’s funny, having a relationship with someone you’ve never met. On the one hand, I feel like I know her. Like I know not just her personality, but her body. The nature of our relationship has resulted in my seeing…

    Read more
×
0 / 0
Speed: