Lupe is a fiery fox, a graceful but fierce vixen, a saucy, spicy latina goddess. She is fierce and intimidating not in a violent way, but in a sexual way. She uses her sex as a politic, business tool, she uses her sexuality as a bribe, a bargaining tool, a wildcard; She uses her sex for personal gain, as well as personal entertainment, therapy, pleasure. Everything about her says sex... but with a certain degree of caution. She likes to manipulate and orchestrate, though she is not opposed to a casual fuck simply for the heat and the passion. Her eyes dig into my soul, my mind, my heart, my sexual desires. She draws you in like a hypnotist controlling you like a snake out of a weaved basket. Is any of this as intense as it seems, or even real at all, I wonder. "Hey, hi, what are you doing here so late?" I hear her luscious lips ask me, but I stare a moment longer at her gorgeous face before I respond.
"Uhh... I kind of live here now." I say, trying to sound as laid back (and sober) as I could. I may have attempted to sound a little bit charming as well. I cant lie, her body tempted mine more than a little. She is female in its truest and most sexually awe inspiring form. Basically, I had a near overwhelming urge to fuck her brains out.
"Oh, really? Parents kicked you out, huh?" I respond by nodding, "That's cool, where are you sleeping at?"
"Down in the basement."
She nods, "Yeah I guess before you it was just wasted space. Plus, I'm sure you'll spice things up a bit." |