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Delilah's Fabric Corset #11 [Fabric Corse]

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A real classic!

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 #2:
David and Delilah
David marveled at the face that so fascinated him. Her full lips set, her shoulders back and her head held erect.
I’ll sleep on your sofa,” he said, battling to maintain control.
He tossed his jacket aside, sat down on the couch and took off his shoes. “If you’ve got an extra blanket, I’ll be perfectly comfortable here.” Removing his socks, he narrowed his eyes as she advanced toward him, one steady step at a time.
“You are not sleeping on the sofa. But you are sleeping here. With me.”
There was no mistaking what her intentions were. Her husky voice and the invitation in her eyes made it very clear. He forced himself to stand and gathered himself to attempt to be the voice of reason.
But then she moved in front of him, filling his vision with emerald eyes flecked in gold and the enticing aroma of her woman’s scent.
He swallowed, shook his head and tried to restrain himself while his heart damn near hammered out of his chest at the thought of her naked and warm and willing.
“No” The word came out in a strangled croak.
“This can’t happen.” It shouldn’t happen. “Look, Delilah, you’re running on adrenaline.
She moved so close that the warmth of her breath tickled his jaw, so close that the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest and made him groan.
“My adrenaline’s talking, mmm?”
He swallowed with difficulty, and nodded, when the power of speech left him unexpectedly. “Tell me,” she whispered, placing her hands on his chest. The heat of her palms, scorching him. “What, exactly, is it saying?”
“Delilah” Trying his damnedest to resist her, he grabbed her wrists. “Don’t-“
“Shh,” she whispered against his cheek then slid her nose in a sensual caress along his jaw. Her lashes fluttered against the corner of his mouth. “Listen to what it’s saying.”
Oh, he was listening. His blood was pounding in his ears like a kettledrum. He didn’t have to hear what she said anyway, he got her message loud and clear. She wanted what he wanted. And he wanted it so very bad.
He’d never considered himself to be weak, but with her pressed up against him, her lips parted, warm breath feathering his jaw, he felt about as strong as Samson after the real Delilah had gone nutty with her shears.
“Tell me you’re not going to regret this,” he demanded, releasing her and wrapping his arms around her.
“Just a moment.” Delilah said. “I’ll need to consult with my adrenaline.”
Sliding her hands up his chest, Delilah drew him to her and kissed him long and deep. Pulling away she looked at him like the Cheshire cat and said. “Good news. Me and my glands, we are both up for it.”
He exhaled a tremendous breath. “Glad to hear someone’s glands are in good working order.”
“You are turning me inside out here.” He snarled.
She linked her arms behind his neck and ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of his ear.
“About time.”
“Keep it up and we won’t even make it to the bed.”
Teeth latched on to his earlobe, she tugged. “And that’s bad because?”
“That’s bad,” he managed to say, “because once I get you in your bra and g-string, I’m going to keep you that way for a very long time. And you’re going to want a mattress, not the floor against your back.”
“Oh,” she said, a sudden bout of nervousness giving her pause.
“Yeah. Oh”
It was too late for second thoughts. He was so far over the edge now that short of an out and out NO he was not going to stop now.
Picking her up, he took her into the bedroom and set her on her feet by the bed and reached for the switch to turn on the on the bedside lamp.
“You want the light on?”
“Of course I want the light on. I want to see what you look like in that black leather bra you are hiding under there.” Easing down on the edge of the bed, he took her hand. He tugged until she stood between his legs. “I want to see you, all of you.”
He slid his hands in a slow, exploring caress from her hips to her waist and then up her back. His fingers found the zipper of her dress and tugged it slowly down. The zipper slid past the small of her back then stopped where the T of the g- string met the cheeks of her bottom. He pressed his face against her stomach and felt her heat through the black crepe fabric. He lifted his hands to her shoulders.
Another shiver rippled through her body as he hooked his fingers over the neckline of her dress and pulled it carefully down. Soft crepe rustled and pooled on the floor at her feet. A soft sigh slipped through her parted lips. He looked up, past the swell of her breasts that spilled over the top of lace trimmed cups. She closed her eyes when his fingers found the clasp behind her back and let her breasts loose.
“Beautiful.”
He tumbled her to her back on the bed and propped up on an elbow, to look at her beauty.
“So pretty,” he whispered.
She seemed to be having trouble breathing. “Tell me what you want.” He said as he nuzzled her breast.
“You. Now.”
He managed a strangled laugh. “You’re really going to have to learn to be more direct.”
“And you’re really going to have to learn not to tease a hot and bothered woman.”
Surprising him, she pushed him to his back, swung a leg over his hips and straddled him all in one fast, fierce motion.
She smiled down at him. He laughed, and she went to work on the buttons of his shirt then wrenched it off his shoulders and dragged it over his arms.
She was wild. Her lips were swollen, her breasts were free and she was all woman as she rose to stand on her knees, her fingers working to unbuckle his belt, unfasten his pants and –
Her gaze locked on his, she drew a deep breath, steadied herself. “You do it.” “Hurry”
Her whispered command damn near sent him over the edge. So did the way she looked, her knees on either side of his thighs, her bare breasts rising and falling with each heaving breath, her lower lip caught, between her teeth.
He watched her face as he slowly lowered the zipper, lifted his hips and shoved his slacks and boxers to his knees.
Her eyes grew dark with desire and suddenly he didn’t feel like teasing anymore.