Ironhand and His kiana
6 September, 1998
Ironhand's devoted kiana said:
The oaken doors creak open and appearing at the head of the stairs, she
stands...Clothed in a one shouldered, linen sheath, chocolate eyes dancing as they
scan the room, gazing up on His great chair and the ottoman before it.
Gliding down the stairs, fairly skipping across the room, she stops before His
honored place and with hands on her thighs, slides the sheath up over her hips.
Creamy white ass flesh exposed for His pleasure....she drapes herself over the
ottoman and awaits.