She dropped the small towel.. Nathan was looking at her, reveling in the daintiness of her body. This woman had him going, and how.“You’re...looking at me,” she said.“That I am. Your body is beautiful.”She was looking at him, too, in eyes examining all of his body. He knew that all of her very being was beckoning for him to touch her. He reached up and cupped her hips with his hands. He felt them twitch slightly. She still wore the diamond ring. Nathan turned and. His boss muttered something about "I hope he ain't no cousin of John W." Blackie didn't give a shit about whose cousin he was, he just wanted to get back down to the Long Branch and see if Suzy Belle was free for another quick poke.Blackie's boss was the town Sheriff, "Bat" Younger. Rumor had it that he got his nickname from the way he coldcocked drunks when they turned their backs on him. His 3 older brothers had been on the outlaw trail most of their adult life with little to show for it. He. He moved so slowly, I had no choice but to feel everything, my senses were heightened due to the blindfold, the thin fabric of my dress and the fact that I was bound, leaving me unable to fight... or reciprocate. He moved in closer now and as his hands moved back up my thighs, I felt the fabric of the dress slide up smoothly over the sheer stockings I had underneath. Up and down they moved, taking the dress with them and letting it fall. I could feel his eyes on my chest, my dress wasn’t. I’ve experienced them all, from the playful love through new experiences; the unwavering selfless love of a years-long friendship; and the deep, maturing love of a committed romance.Throughout all these experiences has existed the delicious fire of eroticism. The burning passion of two ships passing in the night, aware of each other for only the briefest of encounters. An understanding gentleness, touched by the sweetness of childhood daisy-chains and shy first kisses. The mellow passion of.