Sharnie
Sharnie untied the straps of her silky, red dress, letting it fall in a soft pile at her feet, swinging her hips slowly to the bass reverberating through my living room, her blonde hair cascading gently in waves around her. She twirled slowly, keeping her eyes locked on mine, her soft, full mouth smiling at me, enticing me, her taut body moving rhythmically as she danced. She was perfect, all five foot nine inches of her,...