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Merry Mistress From Thanksgiving through Twelfth Night they are the holidays and happy feelings must be found The tree offers up a certain joy there early to bring smiles and set the mood during those magic moments Dinner and a trip away December's couple time is special it is okay that Christmas is a moveable feast Office parties with a girlfriend, when he works there too you somehow have to look at her and smile Shopping and the loneliness discreet gifts that will not complicate his life or go unclaimed Squeezing in the hours or a day he cares but it is hardest when he really has to go It's the one time of the year when the words haunt you around the clock Men like girls who smile it's what you want his time to be for the holidays Merry Mistress dear | ||||||||||||||||
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Capitol Hill Hunger Sheila liked to smile. She remembered how her dad would say that it could charm the birds from the trees. She had played the possibilities through her mind time and again. "One chance to really set myself apart from the pack," she thought as she prepared for her date. Don was older. He had traveled, and their schedules finally meshed for that time together after work. The rich scent of the roses filled the air. She smiled broadly as she hurried through the house preparing for the night. "Wow, three dozen roses, BEFORE a date," she thought. The "age thing" loomed large. Sheila tried hard not to think about it. This was a man, well-traveled, intelligent, generous, and so sexy. She thought about D.C. So many of the women she worked with had it that way. They would tell her, "Older men know! They try harder, they appreciate more, and they give great gifts." Sheila dabbed De La Renta behind her knees and other places. She smiled as she thought about her immersion in 70's culture in recent weeks. She knew that she could offer what he wanted. Her success at work had impressed him. They saw each other professionally, but there was the insulation that could keep it from being a problem. And, he was so cute! She eased the black pantyhose up her legs. The waistband fit snugly against her belly. The black dress slithered down over her bare breasts as she smoothed the hem over her thighs. Her hair swept freely across her back. The sculpted angles of her shoulders offered vivid testimony to her three evenings each week at the gym. Sheila had done her homework well. The market, sports, politics, she'd staked out middle ground positions that offered room for maneuver. Don would enjoy the table talk. She could almost see him smiling as she expressed her opinions at the party. She could have the best of both worlds. her future was more than promising. Solid success was building with each day as she moved through the halls of the Capitol. Don had power. His committee work assured him the type of media attention that younger members of Congress seldom achieved. She could control that power and ride his career to the top. Sheila responded to the doorbell with a smile. The way he looked at her enhanced her confidence. The expression offered up a sense of desire. She felt his fingers, grazing across the smooth skin of her lower back. the fine hairs stood on end as he touched the warm skin just above her waistband. "We'd better go," she said in a low sexy voice. The calculated seductiveness of her tone was meant to remind him of his sexual desires. She sat down in the B-M-W beside him. The rich upholstery barely crushed the silver fur of her coat. She was warmly wrapped in the synthetic fibers of its fashion. "So, when have you been back to your district," she said. He looked grim as the car headed through the narrow streets of Capitol Hill. "It has been too busy," he said. "The committee hearings, and legislation are taking up all my time." He turned east on Pennsylvania to head toward Georgetown. "I don't think I'll be home until the winter break." Sheila smiled, her thin fingers softly stroked the gray Armani flannel of his suit. She let her nails dig into the flesh covered by the fabric. "I know it's hard, I hope you'll let me help you if I can." She licked her lips and smiled as Don focused on her face. The seductive effects seemed to draw him deep within her grasp. Sheila's look of desire masked her true motivations as her soft touch reached for the power of a lonely congressman. | ||||||||||||||||
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Seductive Session "Sleep is not exactly what I have in mind Don!" Sheila grasped the rich fabric of Don's suit, and ran her tongue softly across his collar line. The congressman had planned to just drop her off and head back to the Spartan efficiency he?d rented on Capitol Hill. Her warm slender fingers clutched his hand, guiding him to turn off the ignition key. She rewarded him with a deep wet kiss. Sheila was about to get her way. She took steps to seal her trap. Still holding the fat fingers of Congressman Clemson's right hand, she placed his open palm upon her left breast. Relaxing her head against the headrest of the B-M-W, she sighed deeply. "Can you feel my heart, Donnie"? Her seductive voice was a throwback to the car dates she enjoyed as a high school cheerleader. She would use Clemson's own repressed urges to force her way into his life. Sheila opened the car door and started walking toward her building. "Come on Donnie," she said as she slinked off toward the front steps of the subdivided Victorian. She could see the glazed expression on his face as he bounded up the stairs behind her. She continued her seduction from the moment she opened the door. Pressing Clemson up against the wall, she all but climbed his body. She picked up each nuance that telegraphed his crumbling resistance. His tongue freely entered her mouth as two hands grip and caressed her butt. Sheila added just a touch of nice girl. She pulled back abruptly, offering him a drink as she freed herself from his grasp. Clemson was a bourbon man. She knew his eyes would follow as she crouched low to reach her liquor cabinet. "So Donnie, you don't stay around the District many weekends?" Clemson slumped down on the couch, his jacket was now across a chair near the door. "No I try to make it home, the dinner was the only reason why I stayed this weekend. "Too bad your wife couldn't come up for that," she said, as she handed him his drink. She kissed him on the forehead, and caressed his cheek. I?ll be right back she said, as she walked toward a hallway leading to the back of her apartment. Sheila returned a few minutes later. The black dress was gone, replaced by a flowing robe. The melon silk was tied at the waist with a thin crocheted cord. She sat down beside him. Her painted lips sipped from a steaming mug of herbal tea. "I hope you enjoy my company," she said. Her fingers slowly loosened each button on his shirt. Her lips softly brushed his cheek. He found his fingers roaming between her legs, and Congressman Don Clemson was no longer thinking about sleep. | ||||||||||||||||
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