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Going Down

by Madam Z

I was heading down the narrow stairs, just as he was coming up; and we stopped, at an impasse. His head was level with my hips and he looked at my crotch before he looked at my face. I tried to say "Hi, Danny," but my voice was stuck in his smokey green eyes. He reached out his hands, put one on each of my hips, and I gasped, as an electric charge seared my guts. "Don't, Danny," I think I said, or maybe thought I should have said, but he did, and I did, and we did, and we did again. And then I heard someone else on the stairs, and I was almost sorry I had ever come down those stairs, or at least thought I should have been sorry.

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Madam Z, author of Three's a Crowd, knows all and hears all.

7 comments:

Don P. said...

Sounds like someone actually did "get the sensation."

Montgomery Maxton said...

boots are made for walking, hips are made for ...

Anonymous said...

Madam Z kicks major league ass. Always love your stuff.

Peter Wild said...

I'm thinking of starting a Madam Z fanclub. We'd call ourselves the Z's and we'd be like the T-Birds in Grease...

Rob said...

Count me in!

writerwoman said...

rowSexy stuff. Love it!

madam z said...

Holy Moley! You guys make me blush. And that's not easy! Thank you for the kind words.