Her name, Vladynia Panther. Her looks, a petite dark reddish brown haired beauty with eyes of emerald green and lips of ruby red. Her hourglass figure, stunning to anyone's eye.
She was heaven to look at and devilish to taste.
Vladynia had been keeping an eye on the blonde haired, blue eyed, Russian athlete for many years. His name, Sergei. She adored him, so much so that she stayed a distance from him.
Sergei knew of Vladynia. He knew that she was a beauty and had great wealth handed down from generation to generation. He knew she was of the old world. His passion for her consumed him greatly. He was so attracted to her, drawn to her, but yet, she kept her distance, why, he thought to himself.
It was night. Vladynia arose. She looked splendid in her red velvet dress that just covered her, stopping at the thighs and showing some cleavage at top. Her hair was up and long ringlets hung down, she looked seductively beautiful.
Vladynia arrived at the party and noticed Sergei right away. Her heart beat so fast.
Sergei saw Vladynia arrive and his eyes couldn't leave her from that moment. He watched her every move. He slowly made his way to her, weaving through the bodies before him, some stopping him for conversation, he paused, said his cordial hi's and how are yous and pressed on, coming to her side. He placed a hand on her arm, startling Vladynia. She jumped a little and then giggled.
"You scared me, Sergei." She teased him. Her eyes gazing into his. He felt them piercing into his very soul. He couldn't hide his interest in her.
"That was not my intention, Miss Panther." He replied gazing back at her, keeping his hand upon her arm.
Vladynia licked her lips. How she wanted him to taste them. At that moment of thought, Sergei grabbed her and kissed her deeply.
