My Love of Redheads

She was small and petite with long dark red hear. Her skin, like most red heads was so fine that you felt you were looking through layer after layer of a pearl, almost translucent to look at if you can follow that. Her lips are a light pink as were the fine sprinkling of freckles across her cute button nose and her grey eyes the colour of a Scottish mist on a cool spring morning.

When she started to cry and I saw a tear start to run from the corner of her eye, down her soft cheek. I wanted to be that tear and touch her pale skin. I couldn't hear any other noise but the rushing of my blood in my ears as I watched the tear turn and head toward the corner of her full lips. I didn't want to scare her but I had to kiss that tear and that kiss became the most wonderful light caress of her lips. My tong barely scraping along her bottom lip to press at her petal like mouth.

Fine boned, with long slim fingers and legs, she had the most delicate feet and I was amazed that she could be so quick and nimble when she danced, which she loved to do even on her own. Dancing and twirling to the music in her head.

She loved to laugh and had a musical lilt to her voice that added to her overall attractiveness and brought joy to everyone that heard it. When she let go with a laugh she put all of her feelings into it.

The day I looked at her naked I discovered that she was a real redhead, with a soft downy covering across her mound and pale pink small nipples. Ahhh. Is it any wonder that redheads are my weakness?