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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:

Anonymous 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.

Anonymous 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...

Anonymous said...

Count me in!

writerwoman said...

rowSexy stuff. Love it!

Anonymous said...

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