I wrote something about all that ~ a wicked little story called “Silk Purses.”
Since the silk fetish people are such a large audience, I think the best I can do is load that hottie for you over in Smashwords.
After I wrote the story I came upon this fantastic song. I can’t stop listening to it, actually. I love the old pictures in the video too, about magic!
So the story is set in the South proper and is all about silky panties and jessamine…
Here is a picture of the jessamine…
xxoo!
Valentine Bonnaire
In the meantime, you can read “Bing Cherry Silk.”
I can’t wait to see what you are going to think!
I’m so busy I have to wait to upload it, but?
Here is a taste…
Oh, I thought to myself. If only he were here with me saying that very
thing. If only he were whispering in my ear the way he must have
whispered to her. The delicacy of a man like that. All he wanted to do
was touch her in the panties he bought for her and only with his
fingers. What he wanted was the scent of her spilled silky waters and
nothing else. What Mr. Danderton found exciting was her perfume on his
hands. All he wanted were the ribbons of scent that would flow forth
from her like some kind of silly ol’ fountain while he watched and
then secretly stole the panties that she’d worn especially for him.
For that he paid her $200, in 1850. Just for the pleasure of running
his hands all over her bottom and getting them all wet from what he was
causing in the first place.Oh, how I wanted a man like that. A man who thought my panties were so
special he saved them.
The characters will come alive for you!
