Let me tempt you.
Let me take you by the hand and draw you through the veil that lies between the mundane and the extraordinary. Let me entice you to embrace an experience you have scarcely dared allow yourself to dream of.
Une nouvelle aventure.
Imagine a hotel room in a city somewhere … high above the world, shut away from the sights and sounds and castigations of puritan banality. Warmth and soft light and sensuous music holding the chill darkness at bay. No judgements, no decrees … and just a solitary expectation of mutual pleasure.
Three people: you, she and I. Sipping wine, sharing minds and lives … grasping opportunity. The subtle transition towards desire; her hand moving to rest atop your thigh, caressing lightly, patiently, knowingly. The softness of her mouth finding yours, a gossamer kiss, exquisite in its delicacy, its sweet linger.
The measured walk to the bed, your hand in hers as she leads you towards a realm of bliss. Her hands on your clothes, revealing you inch by glorious inch, encouraging you to reciprocate. The fullness of her naked breasts against yours, the electric charge as taut nipples brush together, as hands fill themselves with yielding flesh. The passionate kiss that waxes and wanes like an ocean of the senses. The touch of her hands on your shoulders as she presses you back, and then the lines of fire erupting across your body as her lips explore your nakedness, downwards, downwards, allowing you to finally let go of the doubt, to surrender to the pleasure, so that your sighs of ecstasy cascade in wanton synchronicity with the shameless wetness of your sex.
The smoothness of her mouth against you … breathing, kissing, licking … delving deeper now, into your very core, tiny fireworks of delight coursing through your nerve endings, the explosions growing, combining, multiplying as she charts your secret flesh, as she coaxes you higher, higher, and then the stupefying blur as she battens upon your clitoris, and the crests of pleasure explode over you over and over, and you realise that the muted screams of pleasure are your own.
All the time, I watch patiently from the sidelines, still, silent, waiting for a duet of invitations to welcome me to your revelry.
When the invitations are made, I come to you both as naked as you are. In the centre of the broad bed, we spawn our own force of nature, a tornado of lust, a slow cyclone of kisses and caresses that gradually turns upon you, holding you at its epicentre. Now the touch of fingers and lips flows over you in tandem, two mouths at your breasts, teasing taut peaks higher, two deliciously tormenting hands upon your sex, opening you, exploring your ecstasy.
And when you cannot stand any more, when your body craves the pillaging of hard, male flesh, of cock, she takes me in her hand and guides my hardness to you, strokes your quim with my burnished crown, anointing us with the merging of our slick lust. She plays you, strumming me against you until you come once more, and then she draws me down, coercing me to thrust, to enter you to the hilt.
All the time, her hand is upon me, feeding me into you.
I fuck you, and her mouth finds its way back to yours, finds your breasts, your belly, your clitoris. She laps the slickness of your lust from my shaft, then kisses you again so you can taste all three of us at once. Her hand caresses the point where you and I fuse, and you see that her green eyes are ablaze with the libertine’s excitement.
As your passion rises, I fuck you harder, faster, ruthless and relentless in my own need. Her clever tongue drifts back to your clitoris, plundering your piercing vulnerability. When the booming waves crash over you this time, your cries of completion are loud enough for everyone to hear.
But that is merely the beginning, the opening stanza if you will. We have such sights to show you, such delectable places to take you.
So let me tempt you.
Let us tempt you.