My Boss. Part 1

The mirror before me reflected the naked image of the sexual vixen I longed to become. A woman to be desired, adorn in beautiful jewels, with each movement drenched in silky, sensual prowess.

A tigress so thoroughly laced in hedonistic sensuality, with no need to be clad in anything more. As I stained my full, pouty red lips with the deepest shade of crimson, I smirked coyly in knowing I could seduce just about anyone, even the handsome affluent boss whom enslaved my dreamy fantasies in dripping wet pleasure every single night.

Following my outline with my eyes, my fingers traced circles along my thighs and repositioned the false pearls around my neck. Every curve dipped into a delicious valley of well tanned, mocha colored cream.

The delicate fragrance that misted my skin was sweet, like a warm cappuccino on a cool winter's day. The pearls that lay around my neck, accentuated my skin tone as if they were illuminating up my face. My high cheek bones were gently dus