Structured As An Erotic Narrative

When you walked into your room my heart was beating like a jack rabbit. You looked at me with those provocative eyes of yours. Then you told me “take off your blouse” I thought I’d die. I watched your perfect lips; how your soft pink tongue curls when you speak. Slowly, I unbuttoned your top, even though you seemed rushed I thought I would tease you and did it slower than time. You said remove my skirt and I swear my heart was in my throat. I was staring at your legs and their perfect curves admiring how thin your waist was. I removed your skirt. I’m not sure how much time passed before you suggested I remove your bra but my hands were shaking as I attempted it. You followed with a deep vibrating voice as you asked me to take off your nylon stockings and you know how that turns me on what it does to me to touch nylon. Once that was done as if I needed further instructions you whispered remove my panties at that point that you said those words I will never forget. Even now my body goes catatonic just thinking about it. It was then you said… At that point… It was at that moment… Yes, I still remember the words exactly. It was then you said “and don’t ever let me catch you wearing my clothes again”