A cozy night in, the fireplace going, but that wasn't the only thing warming you up tonight.

No, the liger girl you met earlier in the evening was warming the mind, the blood, the soul. The two of you hit it off at the club, and it didn't take much persuasion to have her follow you back to your place. A little small talk, a drink or two, the usual re-breaking of the ice once the two of you were alone. And maybe she picked up on your nerves. Polishing off the drink, she makes a show of setting it down on the end-table, reaching across your lap to do so. Then, she stands up, her back to you, with an eager grin on her face.

The black top keeping her chest covered is the first to go, lifting it up and over her head. Next, comes the unhooking of that small bra of hers, letting it fall from her arms. Still, she shows nothing just yet, playing up the part of a coy seductress. And then, her hips sway, shimmying that short pleated miniskirt of hers down. And then down goes the thong, bending over to let it slide down her legs, kicking it behind her and towards you with that same grin.

She leaves the socks on. Why not? It was a cold winter's night. But, she remains bent over, looking over her shoulder, and sticking her tongue out at you. You swear you can feel the heat off her crotch from here, and its effect on your brain stirs the lust within...