IslandMode

Simone has been depriving herself from the good ole ‘Magic Wand’ for some time now; and by Magic Wand I’m talking about the one that can cast the sexiest spell; throw your back out and cringe your darling little toes. She’s been huffin and puffin, moanin and groanin, cussin and well you know all that b.s …

Recently Marcus has been warming up to the weary SlimSimone and offered some down time conversation when he couldn't’t sleep at night. Seems like he needed some attention himself. Out of his good heart he offered to whip up something tasty for the little Simone; Shrimp scallops, smooth pasta, mixed vegs clothed by tender pieces of steak with a side of glistening red wine. Mmm Mmmm, hard breathing and wandering eyes filled the room to its brim; overflowing with aching bodies and silences that rings loud in the ear.

He whips out his knife and slices, kneed, flick a wrist and ignite the range, draw back and retrieve his favorite spices, run over to the bedroom and change into something more comfortable.

‘Dinner’s ready!’

Just like that, in an instant she is infused by flavors that awaken her taste buds, wrapped by the aroma of lust and craze, tickled by pushy desires and wanton.

They enter the kitchen in an attempt to clean the dishes but little did Marcus know Simone wanted to clean her dirty little mind.

They stand facing each other. He holds her hand. She shows him scars from it being broken at some point in her life. He works his way against the surface. He leans in … they kiss.

On the counter, with her pink tank top somewhere along the tiles as he cups her peach like cups in the center of his palms. He kisses her deeply; she leans in intently, keenly. He holds her tightly.
He caged her into his arms and carried her away to his bedroom, stripped her of her garments and lay her to await the most sensual touches she’s ever felt.


Gently he rubs the arches of her fragile back, kisses her long and hard on her trembling neck. Gently rest himself between her elongated legs and dances to her seductive tunes.

She smiles.

He goes in, this time with his arms securely behind her head, molding himself to fit her grooves ...

Dancing around the bed, she ends up on top, twisting and turning like she never have before … breaking out of her skin and freeing all inhibitions …
She whispers gently, breathes easily, pounce

Hold aggressively

Then suddenly

She whispers in his ear: ‘the warmth of your body sooths me, I can’t grab a hold of myself ….’