Is it chemistry or physics or both when that devilment purrs in the atmosphere creating an almost static electricity? Yes, that beautiful devilment that shook the tree in the garden so long ago, sparked by a knowing smile that got it trembling, a tongue tip wobbling on a pouting lip, a glint of come-hither in the eye. That scent, that wobbly scent that unhinges the normal rational behavioural response, is it some imagination or a reviving of an undeniable desire from the memory banks of some previous unfulfilled lifetime.Delightfuly haunting, hurting, sore the images, tumbling, tauntingly that caught him, clutching his cell phone possessively as if she were within. God he wanted her now, her presence was singing inside him, awaiting embracement, possession, full occupancy, a drinking tasting union an unceasing restlessness. He stopped to pause and remember her, her fair hair cut short ,slightly bowl shaped and reminiscent of the urchin cut of the flower power days in the sixties,. French chic, she was alluring in her well tailored outfit, exuding a refined sensuality. You knew she had the capacity to blossom into raw thumping lust when nurtured with care and imagination. Naked nubile nuances, were the natural nothings that expressed themselves in oils and acrylics in forms exotic and erotic, in the private sketch pad of her soul .She danced here bare chested wearing long black stockings and high heels, to jazzy strains of a wailing saxophone and a raunchy piano, provocatively beaming a bold naughty kind of innocence. Reggae beats from the Caribbean, bongo drums from the tropic lands, laced with sitar rajas from Rajasthan provided background for this woman and –oh! I don’t know!. The left hand played low strong randy piano while the right one stroked it slow and let you know it could be so exciting. Yes arias from the operas, passion pleasures, plaintiff strains stretching strong the sayonaras from Othello type love scenes, played out in night train wanderings when she went out there in his dreams.
Oh!,oh!, where was it going- in a few years her kids would be left home and it wouldn’t be so painful - the charade was wearing she needed love affection, attention, touch, appreciation, a bit of sunshine, just to be able to wake up and talk and hold someone that
shares the same longings that you can go travelling with and that you needn’t be on tippy toe with, regarding religion, or openness about the enjoyment of sexual pleasure.. Was she in a happy marriage? it was ok! He was a good provider; he was into the parish community, the local GAA, the Local Gun Club, that took up most of his weekends. His mother was still calling a lot of shots in their lives, she wanted out without a fight but couldn’t initiate the move and hadn’t the nerve to even pretend to the kids or himself that the fun was gone. This affair was a fine state of affairs, she knew that he knew that she knew that he was interested and was just waiting for the word and he knew that she knew that he knew that it was likewise with her. They had held hands briefly, looked in one another’s eyes ,sighed, gasped, leaned into one another going out a doorway and finally exchanged cell phone numbers. No communication for two weeks until the night of the full moon and then it went back and forth for a couple of hours, until eventually they settled on what would be safe times for both of them, school days during the week and afternoons at the weekends. She got perky and he got horny and their lives began to change, she got horny and he got desperate and plans for some time together had to be made. A Sunday lunch, the priests sermon on the abortion issue, the mother in law and her husband in full agreement with the holy celibate ignoramus. Furious she was as she pondered the fate of the poor child down the road, who was up the pole by a recently divorced big land owner. He who had threatened to choke her in the four by four having picked her up hitching home from school.. She was boiling and she blew, she let them both have it in front of the kids, the two eldest smiled their approval to her as she went upstairs. She threw a few clothes and a bit of make up into a bag,. At the end of the stairs while throwing on her coat she told the kids that there was plenty of food in the fridge and she would be back when she cooled. Before she started the car in the driveway she texted Lisdoonvarna This Evening.
The Affair.
Is it chemistry or physics or both when that devilment purrs in the atmosphere creating an almost static electricity? Yes, that beautiful devilment that shook the tree in the garden so long ago, sparked by a knowing smile that got it trembling, a tongue tip wobbling on a pouting lip, a glint of come-hither in the eye. That scent, that wobbly scent that unhinges the normal rational behavioural response, is it some imagination or a reviving of an undeniable desire from the memory banks of some previous unfulfilled lifetime.Delightfuly haunting, hurting, sore the images, tumbling, tauntingly that caught him, clutching his cell phone possessively as if she were within. God he wanted her now, her presence was singing inside him, awaiting embracement, possession, full occupancy, a drinking tasting union an unceasing restlessness. He stopped to pause and remember her, her fair hair cut short ,slightly bowl shaped and reminiscent of the urchin cut of the flower power days in the sixties,. French chic, she was alluring in her well tailored outfit, exuding a refined sensuality. You knew she had the capacity to blossom into raw thumping lust when nurtured with care and imagination. Naked nubile nuances, were the natural nothings that expressed themselves in oils and acrylics in forms exotic and erotic, in the private sketch pad of her soul .She danced here bare chested wearing long black stockings and high heels, to jazzy strains of a wailing saxophone and a raunchy piano, provocatively beaming a bold naughty kind of innocence. Reggae beats from the Caribbean, bongo drums from the tropic lands, laced with sitar rajas from Rajasthan provided background for this woman and –oh! I don’t know!. The left hand played low strong randy piano while the right one stroked it slow and let you know it could be so exciting. Yes arias from the operas, passion pleasures, plaintiff strains stretching strong the sayonaras from Othello type love scenes, played out in night train wanderings when she went out there in his dreams.
Oh!,oh!, where was it going- in a few years her kids would be left home and it wouldn’t be so painful - the charade was wearing she needed love affection, attention, touch, appreciation, a bit of sunshine, just to be able to wake up and talk and hold someone that
shares the same longings that you can go travelling with and that you needn’t be on tippy toe with, regarding religion, or openness about the enjoyment of sexual pleasure.. Was she in a happy marriage? it was ok! He was a good provider; he was into the parish community, the local GAA, the Local Gun Club, that took up most of his weekends. His mother was still calling a lot of shots in their lives, she wanted out without a fight but couldn’t initiate the move and hadn’t the nerve to even pretend to the kids or himself that the fun was gone. This affair was a fine state of affairs, she knew that he knew that she knew that he was interested and was just waiting for the word and he knew that she knew that he knew that it was likewise with her. They had held hands briefly, looked in one another’s eyes ,sighed, gasped, leaned into one another going out a doorway and finally exchanged cell phone numbers. No communication for two weeks until the night of the full moon and then it went back and forth for a couple of hours, until eventually they settled on what would be safe times for both of them, school days during the week and afternoons at the weekends. She got perky and he got horny and their lives began to change, she got horny and he got desperate and plans for some time together had to be made. A Sunday lunch, the priests sermon on the abortion issue, the mother in law and her husband in full agreement with the holy celibate ignoramus. Furious she was as she pondered the fate of the poor child down the road, who was up the pole by a recently divorced big land owner. He who had threatened to choke her in the four by four having picked her up hitching home from school.. She was boiling and she blew, she let them both have it in front of the kids, the two eldest smiled their approval to her as she went upstairs. She threw a few clothes and a bit of make up into a bag,. At the end of the stairs while throwing on her coat she told the kids that there was plenty of food in the fridge and she would be back when she cooled. Before she started the car in the driveway she texted Lisdoonvarna This Evening.
The Affair.
Is it chemistry or physics or both when that devilment purrs in the atmosphere creating an almost static electricity? Yes, that beautiful devilment that shook the tree in the garden so long ago, sparked by a knowing smile that got it trembling, a tongue tip wobbling on a pouting lip, a glint of come-hither in the eye. That scent, that wobbly scent that unhinges the normal rational behavioural response, is it some imagination or a reviving of an undeniable desire from the memory banks of some previous unfulfilled lifetime.Delightfuly haunting, hurting, sore the images, tumbling, tauntingly that caught him, clutching his cell phone possessively as if she were within. God he wanted her now, her presence was singing inside him, awaiting embracement, possession, full occupancy, a drinking tasting union an unceasing restlessness. He stopped to pause and remember her, her fair hair cut short ,slightly bowl shaped and reminiscent of the urchin cut of the flower power days in the sixties,. French chic, she was alluring in her well tailored outfit, exuding a refined sensuality. You knew she had the capacity to blossom into raw thumping lust when nurtured with care and imagination. Naked nubile nuances, were the natural nothings that expressed themselves in oils and acrylics in forms exotic and erotic, in the private sketch pad of her soul .She danced here bare chested wearing long black stockings and high heels, to jazzy strains of a wailing saxophone and a raunchy piano, provocatively beaming a bold naughty kind of innocence. Reggae beats from the Caribbean, bongo drums from the tropic lands, laced with sitar rajas from Rajasthan provided background for this woman and –oh! I don’t know!. The left hand played low strong randy piano while the right one stroked it slow and let you know it could be so exciting. Yes arias from the operas, passion pleasures, plaintiff strains stretching strong the sayonaras from Othello type love scenes, played out in night train wanderings when she went out there in his dreams.
Oh!,oh!, where was it going- in a few years her kids would be left home and it wouldn’t be so painful - the charade was wearing she needed love affection, attention, touch, appreciation, a bit of sunshine, just to be able to wake up and talk and hold someone that
shares the same longings that you can go travelling with and that you needn’t be on tippy toe with, regarding religion, or openness about the enjoyment of sexual pleasure.. Was she in a happy marriage? it was ok! He was a good provider; he was into the parish community, the local GAA, the Local Gun Club, that took up most of his weekends. His mother was still calling a lot of shots in their lives, she wanted out without a fight but couldn’t initiate the move and hadn’t the nerve to even pretend to the kids or himself that the fun was gone. This affair was a fine state of affairs, she knew that he knew that she knew that he was interested and was just waiting for the word and he knew that she knew that he knew that it was likewise with her. They had held hands briefly, looked in one another’s eyes ,sighed, gasped, leaned into one another going out a doorway and finally exchanged cell phone numbers. No communication for two weeks until the night of the full moon and then it went back and forth for a couple of hours, until eventually they settled on what would be safe times for both of them, school days during the week and afternoons at the weekends. She got perky and he got horny and their lives began to change, she got horny and he got desperate and plans for some time together had to be made. A Sunday lunch, the priests sermon on the abortion issue, the mother in law and her husband in full agreement with the holy celibate ignoramus. Furious she was as she pondered the fate of the poor child down the road, who was up the pole by a recently divorced big land owner. He who had threatened to choke her in the four by four having picked her up hitching home from school.. She was boiling and she blew, she let them both have it in front of the kids, the two eldest smiled their approval to her as she went upstairs. She threw a few clothes and a bit of make up into a bag,. At the end of the stairs while throwing on her coat she told the kids that there was plenty of food in the fridge and she would be back when she cooled. Before she started the car in the driveway she texted Lisdoonvarna This Evening.
The Affair.
Is it chemistry or physics or both when that devilment purrs in the atmosphere creating an almost static electricity? Yes, that beautiful devilment that shook the tree in the garden so long ago, sparked by a knowing smile that got it trembling, a tongue tip wobbling on a pouting lip, a glint of come-hither in the eye. That scent, that wobbly scent that unhinges the normal rational behavioural response, is it some imagination or a reviving of an undeniable desire from the memory banks of some previous unfulfilled lifetime.Delightfuly haunting, hurting, sore the images, tumbling, tauntingly that caught him, clutching his cell phone possessively as if she were within. God he wanted her now, her presence was singing inside him, awaiting embracement, possession, full occupancy, a drinking tasting union an unceasing restlessness. He stopped to pause and remember her, her fair hair cut short ,slightly bowl shaped and reminiscent of the urchin cut of the flower power days in the sixties,. French chic, she was alluring in her well tailored outfit, exuding a refined sensuality. You knew she had the capacity to blossom into raw thumping lust when nurtured with care and imagination. Naked nubile nuances, were the natural nothings that expressed themselves in oils and acrylics in forms exotic and erotic, in the private sketch pad of her soul .She danced here bare chested wearing long black stockings and high heels, to jazzy strains of a wailing saxophone and a raunchy piano, provocatively beaming a bold naughty kind of innocence. Reggae beats from the Caribbean, bongo drums from the tropic lands, laced with sitar rajas from Rajasthan provided background for this woman and –oh! I don’t know!. The left hand played low strong randy piano while the right one stroked it slow and let you know it could be so exciting. Yes arias from the operas, passion pleasures, plaintiff strains stretching strong the sayonaras from Othello type love scenes, played out in night train wanderings when she went out there in his dreams.
Oh!,oh!, where was it going- in a few years her kids would be left home and it wouldn’t be so painful - the charade was wearing she needed love affection, attention, touch, appreciation, a bit of sunshine, just to be able to wake up and talk and hold someone that
shares the same longings that you can go travelling with and that you needn’t be on tippy toe with, regarding religion, or openness about the enjoyment of sexual pleasure.. Was she in a happy marriage? it was ok! He was a good provider; he was into the parish community, the local GAA, the Local Gun Club, that took up most of his weekends. His mother was still calling a lot of shots in their lives, she wanted out without a fight but couldn’t initiate the move and hadn’t the nerve to even pretend to the kids or himself that the fun was gone. This affair was a fine state of affairs, she knew that he knew that she knew that he was interested and was just waiting for the word and he knew that she knew that he knew that it was likewise with her. They had held hands briefly, looked in one another’s eyes ,sighed, gasped, leaned into one another going out a doorway and finally exchanged cell phone numbers. No communication for two weeks until the night of the full moon and then it went back and forth for a couple of hours, until eventually they settled on what would be safe times for both of them, school days during the week and afternoons at the weekends. She got perky and he got horny and their lives began to change, she got horny and he got desperate and plans for some time together had to be made. A Sunday lunch, the priests sermon on the abortion issue, the mother in law and her husband in full agreement with the holy celibate ignoramus. Furious she was as she pondered the fate of the poor child down the road, who was up the pole by a recently divorced big land owner. He who had threatened to choke her in the four by four having picked her up hitching home from school.. She was boiling and she blew, she let them both have it in front of the kids, the two eldest smiled their approval to her as she went upstairs. She threw a few clothes and a bit of make up into a bag,. At the end of the stairs while throwing on her coat she told the kids that there was plenty of food in the fridge and she would be back when she cooled. Before she started the car in the driveway she texted Lisdoonvarna This Evening.
The Affair.
Is it chemistry or physics or both when that devilment purrs in the atmosphere creating an almost static electricity? Yes, that beautiful devilment that shook the tree in the garden so long ago, sparked by a knowing smile that got it trembling, a tongue tip wobbling on a pouting lip, a glint of come-hither in the eye. That scent, that wobbly scent that unhinges the normal rational behavioural response, is it some imagination or a reviving of an undeniable desire from the memory banks of some previous unfulfilled lifetime.Delightfuly haunting, hurting, sore the images, tumbling, tauntingly that caught him, clutching his cell phone possessively as if she were within. God he wanted her now, her presence was singing inside him, awaiting embracement, possession, full occupancy, a drinking tasting union an unceasing restlessness. He stopped to pause and remember her, her fair hair cut short ,slightly bowl shaped and reminiscent of the urchin cut of the flower power days in the sixties,. French chic, she was alluring in her well tailored outfit, exuding a refined sensuality. You knew she had the capacity to blossom into raw thumping lust when nurtured with care and imagination. Naked nubile nuances, were the natural nothings that expressed themselves in oils and acrylics in forms exotic and erotic, in the private sketch pad of her soul .She danced here bare chested wearing long black stockings and high heels, to jazzy strains of a wailing saxophone and a raunchy piano, provocatively beaming a bold naughty kind of innocence. Reggae beats from the Caribbean, bongo drums from the tropic lands, laced with sitar rajas from Rajasthan provided background for this woman and –oh! I don’t know!. The left hand played low strong randy piano while the right one stroked it slow and let you know it could be so exciting. Yes arias from the operas, passion pleasures, plaintiff strains stretching strong the sayonaras from Othello type love scenes, played out in night train wanderings when she went out there in his dreams.
Oh!,oh!, where was it going- in a few years her kids would be left home and it wouldn’t be so painful - the charade was wearing she needed love affection, attention, touch, appreciation, a bit of sunshine, just to be able to wake up and talk and hold someone that
shares the same longings that you can go travelling with and that you needn’t be on tippy toe with, regarding religion, or openness about the enjoyment of sexual pleasure.. Was she in a happy marriage? it was ok! He was a good provider; he was into the parish community, the local GAA, the Local Gun Club, that took up most of his weekends. His mother was still calling a lot of shots in their lives, she wanted out without a fight but couldn’t initiate the move and hadn’t the nerve to even pretend to the kids or himself that the fun was gone. This affair was a fine state of affairs, she knew that he knew that she knew that he was interested and was just waiting for the word and he knew that she knew that he knew that it was likewise with her. They had held hands briefly, looked in one another’s eyes ,sighed, gasped, leaned into one another going out a doorway and finally exchanged cell phone numbers. No communication for two weeks until the night of the full moon and then it went back and forth for a couple of hours, until eventually they settled on what would be safe times for both of them, school days during the week and afternoons at the weekends. She got perky and he got horny and their lives began to change, she got horny and he got desperate and plans for some time together had to be made. A Sunday lunch, the priests sermon on the abortion issue, the mother in law and her husband in full agreement with the holy celibate ignoramus. Furious she was as she pondered the fate of the poor child down the road, who was up the pole by a recently divorced big land owner. He who had threatened to choke her in the four by four having picked her up hitching home from school.. She was boiling and she blew, she let them both have it in front of the kids, the two eldest smiled their approval to her as she went upstairs. She threw a few clothes and a bit of make up into a bag,. At the end of the stairs while throwing on her coat she told the kids that there was plenty of food in the fridge and she would be back when she cooled. Before she started the car in the driveway she texted Lisdoonvarna This Evening.