[Passionaria]

Preface: I have always dated and loved Latina's. The Latin Butches I have loved have no shame in expressing passion. I crave that, and they "get" me. Yet here you came along, a Texas Cowgirl-boi, and charmed your way into my heart, and my bed. How in the hell did you do that? Who knew you would be so delicious? You see Chulita, I'm a High Femme and I don't mind being objectified. As long as you hold my heart with tenderness, you can use me for sex any day of the week. Making love is beautiful, so is raw passion, it's love set afire. I know you find being objectified offensive, so let me make myself clear, I am not objectifying you, I am appreciating the hell out of you with fancy words! I will not use real names in this story, but those are the only details I will spare you.

Dance me deep

The air conditioner has been on since May, and it's the first week of November. The Texas Hill Country outside my windows is parched, oven baked dry, and us Austinites feel no different. It's Dia de los Muertos this weekend, and Austin comes alive. Parades and skull painted faces. Altars and festivities. Music and art. Comida y Chihuahua's. I wait all year for this, but this weekend demands another venture.

I have no shame, none. There's no time for that. My heart is aching, but there is not time for that either. It's a three hour drive to Houston, and I need to be there by seven o'clock. Thank goodness my car has a good air conditioner. It's the only way I could pull off this outfit.

I love strappy French Lingerie. Classy, with a wicked edge. And there is a piece I have been saving for you. Freshly showered and shaven, lotion-ed and perfumed, I weave myself into it. Strap by strap, positioning black elastic over delicious curves. Black stockings meticulously placed, the woven line creating a straight lined road, up the back of my thighs. I turn and look in the mirror, to make sure the straps have found their home in a way that accentuates my ass. The black markings across pale flesh is stunning. Lost in a moment of desire, I can feel your hand slinking it's way beneath a strap, pulling it taught, and snapping it against my skin. Playful sting and at least fifty ways to use it. The thought get's me wet. I trace my nails across the straps giving them one last check. Black and white teased by Cherry red, reflects back at me. I love a good manicure and today's had a purpose. The young woman looked at me surprised as she began her art. "You want them square"? She asked me. "No" I said "oval French half moon, and make them a little sharp". The look on her face was priceless. I'm in the mood to be naughty. I check my hair and make up, and slip into into a yummy black lace Trench coat. Belt tightened, shades on, I slip into my little black shoes and grab what feels like endless bags. Then head out into the Texas heat. Today of all day's, I hope I don't get pulled over.

to be continued.......