The vertical stripes add to the slimming effect of this lovely corset.
Delilah’s Fabric Corset Made out of Silk, Stainless Steel front opening, Flat Bones in the Back along with Stainless Steel Spring Bones to give sturdiness but still have plenty of room to provide enough flexibility. Laces up the back.
Size Chart for Delilah’s Corsets
Size 26 fits a waist of 28 Inches
Size 28 fits a waist of 30 Inches
Size 30 fits a waist of 32 Inches
Size 32 fits a waist of 34 Inches
Size 34 fits a waist of 36 Inches
Size 36 fits a waist of 38 Inches
Size 38 fits a waist of 40 Inches
Size 40 fits a waist of 42 Inches
Steamy Story for Inspiration #6
Jack and Jocelyn
“So I end up with you in your bedroom, after all.” She surveyed the room, admiring the antique four-poster bed and matching hand carved dresser. Even if she hadn’t come in here with him, she would have known instantly that a cowboy lived here.
There were framed paintings of cowboys on the walls, and a black felt cowboy hat on top of the dresser, and a pair of worn boots sitting next to a sturdy chair in the corner.
Crossing to the chair she picked up the dusty boots. “Yours, I presume?”
“Mine.” He said, lust in eyes.
“Want me to wear them?” Jocelyn asked.
“I don’t want you to put anything on. In fact I was hoping you would start taking things off.”
“Oh really.” She gave him a smoldering look and inhaled the scent of leather, dust and horse sweat, her heart beginning to pound loudly in her ears.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t wear them to bed.” He whispered into her ear, reading her mind.
She set down the boots stretched her arms above her head, arched her back and thrust her chest out in his direction. “Aw, shucks.” She said, “How’s a girl supposed to fulfill her wildest fantasies?” She glanced towards the hat lying on the dresser and waggled her eyebrows.
He laughed. “No, I don’t wear my hat to bed, either.”
“Oh, you’re no fun.” She pushed him backward with a manicured nail, teasing him. She didn’t need boots and hats to ignite her imagination. Just the sight of his chiseled sinewy body was fantasy enough for her.
“If a cowboy is what you crave, maybe we should head down to the barn and do it in the hay, with the horses looking on.”
The idea set her on fire. “Are you serious?”
“No, not really. The barn is too close to the bunkhouse, and I don’t want to be entertaining all the stallions in the barn if you know what I mean, but I like the way your eyes sparkled when I suggested it.”
“Well, have you ever had sex in the barn before?” She asked.
“Yeah sure, but not for a long time.”
“But you have done it?” She was totally intrigued by the concept.
“Sure. When you grow up out in the country, it’s a safe bet that you’ve rolled about in the hay at least once in your life.”
Jocelyn’s blood roared through her veins.
“Jocelyn, stop looking like that. You know we can’t go out to the barn.”
“You’re right. But now I’ll always be curious.”
As if to change the subject, he walked over to the doorway, reached inside and flipped on a light. “Bathroom’s through here, by the way.”
She looked through the doorway and saw a shower stall that ran across the entire back wall. It was covered in the same bright geometric pattern as the rest of the tiled surfaces in the house “Great Shower.” She walked toward the doorway for a closer look.
“Thanks. I fixed it up last year. Got tired of squashing myself into the tiny space that used to be there, so I made it bigger.”
“You did this all by yourself?” She stepped into the bathroom so she could inspect the job up close.
“Yeah.” He followed her in. “I work cheap.”
“I can’t believe how professional it looks.” She ran her hand down the smooth tile.
“I like working with my hands.” His voice grew husky.
“I know.” She met his chocolate brown eyes and smiled. “You have real talent in those fingertips.”
“Happy you think so, because I kind of feel like doing some work with my hands right now.”
“Hold that thought.” Slowly she turned back to the shower faucet, her imagination on high. Sex in the barn with Jack may be out, but she could have sex in the shower stall that he’d created. That could be as good.
Turning to Jack, she said, “Come here studdly and bring a condom.” She stepped onto the tiled edge of the shower and reached to turn on the hot water. “We’re going to get kinky.”
He laid the condom package in the soap dish, adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the spray. Jocelyn wrapped the fullness of her arms around him and wriggled in close to him, allowing the water to cascade over her head soaking her big beautiful body. With him, she seemed to have no concern about her looks.
. He’d always dreamed of a confident woman who would leap into experiences without first spending hours in the mirror trying to disguise her voluptuous curves. Jocelyn obviously had enough self-confidence to do that.
The warm water sluiced over and between their bodies, lubricating the spaces between them. His hands massaged every inch of her he could reach, loving the way his palms slipped over her skin making her moan.
Then her liquid caress moved over his chest, down his back, tracing the curve of his spine. When she cupped the rounds of his bum and squeezed gently, his throat tightened and his breath came in a sharp gasp. Jocelyn seemed to know exactly what he needed, and bringing both hands around in front of him, she grasped him gently, stroking, and fondling as the water trickled over his belly and between his legs.
Easing away from her wet kisses, he backed out of reached.
Jocelyn’s dark hair was plastered to her head and her makeup was completely washed away. She looked gorgeous. “Come back her,” she murmured.
“Not just yet.” He reached up and grabbed the showerhead from its holder.
He played the misty spray over her pink nipples. “Want to play?”
“Sure.” She bit her lip, and her breath came faster.
“Ever used one?”
“Occasionally.”
“Ever had someone else help you do it?”
She shook her head, “No.”
“Good then it will be a new experience. Maybe you’d better lean against the wall.”
She backed up to the slick tile.
As if he were spray-painting, he swept the showerhead slowly, back and forth across her breasts. “Turn the dial,” he murmured huskily. She grasped the rim of the showerhead and twisted. The spray became a pulsing beat of water against her tender skin. Closing her eyes, she moaned softly. “Oh, that’s good.”
He moved the showerhead down, anticipation making him more than ready.
“Talk to me. Tell me what to do.”
Her eyes flew open and she drew in a sharp breath. “Are you a good shot?”
“Some say I am.”
“Then aim that thing, cowboy. Go for the bull’s eye.”
He turned up the dial and felt his own lust pulsate throughout his body. The faster the water beat against Jocelyn, the more he wanted to ravage her on the spot. But he knew better than to interrupt her at a moment like this. A wise man finished what he’d started.
He nudged the nozzle closer, and she began to quiver. Then, with a deep moan, she grasped the showerhead in both hands and aimed it exactly where she needed it. That moment of complete abandon would be seared into his memories forever, along with her cries and her shuddering climax.
She was the woman he’d waited his whole lifetime for - open about her needs, unself-consciously sexual, eager for adventure. The combination made her extremely attractive.
When at last, spent, she sagged against the wall he shut the water off and gathered her quivering body into his own. His body demanded satisfaction. It was definitely mattress time.
He carried her out of the shower, through the doorway and over to his bed.
She gazed up at him. “Wait, we’ll soak your bed.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He dropped her down on his quilted bedspread and climbed onto the bed. “Don’t expect technique.”
“What…. Should I expect?”
“ Excellent aim.” Jack thrust deep and Jocelyn’s sigh was filled with pleasure. “Oh, oh yes, Bulls eye.” |
