Shall I tell you about my
Midnight Blue cloak? It is so very stunning, made from the finest velvet. The hand of the fabric is
Sensuous, and to feel it next to your bare skin a pure delight.
The hood is full and when pulled over your head none may see the vision beneath. Only betrayed by a long lock of golden hair.
There is a single sterling silver button closure off center at the neck. There is only a breath of air between the hem & the ground.
I appear above them standing on the massive boulders.
All of nature suddenly hushed as they look up from below.
A slight breeze caresses me, and for a moment I close my eyes. Then the breeze playfully opens the cloak to reveal a bare foot, balancing on one toe. A graceful long leg, thigh and hip.
Nothing between tender skin and the velvet. A thin long line of flesh from breast to toe. In their hearts they Love their Mistress. Without a word she turns and like a vapor is gone.
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