The dream always starts the same each time. I am standing on top of the stage of a very old but regal looking theater. I am the only one there and I am practicing a dance of sort while dressed up like a burlesque girl.
Author Archives: Honey Vesper
About Honey Vesper
A Typical Saturday Night
By his presence on stage.. you could tell.
By the swagger and sway of his hips jumping to punctuate each music note.. you could tell he knew his way around the curves of a guitar or an ample body, and we were just like teenage girls in heat that pushed our way to the front of the stage to get his attention.
Thirty Minutes or Less
Did you miss me? I know it’s been awhile and I wont bore you with the details but lets.. just say I’ve been kept busy.
So the other day I was laying there in my bed.. trying to sleep off a bit of a hangover and there is a knock on the door.. and well I tried to wish it away but it kept on getting more and more persistent. So I stomped out of bed forgetting to cover up with my robe and swung open the door…
Into the morning light
She looked palatable to me with her coiled blonde hair demurely tucked away, a mans shirt fluted around her delicate body and tie that hung between the gentle rise and fall of her breasts.
I was not after small talk, in fact during my set I had been eying her the entire night. She sat nursing some sort of fuzzy fruity pink drink. I needed to know if her lips tasted the same.
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Cooking with Honey
Sometimes I like to get dirty, really dirty.
I love to get so dirty that words like spread, sticky, smear or smack might come out of my lips unexpectedly as I’m running my fingers over soft, and delicious.. dough.
Delayed by the Rain
The day was starting to look like a total bust.. the rain didn’t leave any room for any of the things that I had planned to do on my day out with you. As soon as I stepped off the stoop of my apartment I knew the tiny little skirt I had worn for your benefit had gone to waste. My clothing clung to my body soaking me through and through from head to toe. Damn, the rain.
You sent me a text saying that you were running late and that you needed to change at your apartment but I was already here and as a first date, even though we’ve been friends for a long time.. this sorta knocked off a couple of points. But the day is still young and I just might have a surprise for you.
Just A Taste
I was born in the heart of the swamp.
The crickets at night sung to me of brighter lights and dreams of the city danced in my head. While most girls dreamt of getting married or raising babies.. I dreamt of the burlesque dancers, the pin up girls.. the girls with the come hither stare watching me from the back of men’s magazines.
