Effervescent
January 14, 2008 | Category: BDSM, Erotica, Fleshbot, Sexblogs
She listens to him peel the foil from the neck of the bottle, unwrap the wire basket, twist the cork free with a muted pop.
It’s a very fine wine: Laurent-Perrier Grande Siècle. She knows this because he drew the obsidian bottle from the small refrigerator to show her a few minutes after she’d arrived in the warm hush of the hotel room. She recalls the beads of condensation that quickly formed along the bottle’s elegant neck as he turned it before her eyes, as his rich libertine’s voice outlined his plans for her.
Even though it was only minutes ago, the thought of it still makes her shiver. She wishes she could turn her head and see the bottle again, but she can’t. Not through the black velvet of her blindfold.
She listens to the wine effervesce as he pours it into the crystal flutes he brought with him. She smiles wryly. Always prepared. Always the attention to detail. He plunders her with the most elegant cruelty, and it never fails to make her wet, to make her come.
She listens to the selfish bastard drinking.
“Delicious,” he says after a few moments. “Would you like some?”
“Yes please.”
His strong hand cups her chin and he lifts her face delicately. The hard rim of the flute presses against her bottom lip, and she sips greedily, the rich chill of grape, honey and almonds pouring into her mouth, sliding down her throat. He holds the flute at the perfect angle, allowing her to take her fill without her ever coming close to being unable to cope with the flow of the champagne.
Once again, she has cause to be grateful for his dexterousness. She cannot hold the glass herself, because her wrists are against the small of her back, bound tightly together with a silk scarf. She cannot raise her head without straining, because she is on her knees on the deep pile carpet, her upper body supported by a soft leather footstool. Her naked breasts have warmed the footstool now, but when he first pressed her into place, the cool tautness of the leather had raised her nipples into bullets instantly.
The glass is eased back from her lips. She swallows the wine that’s in her mouth and waits.
He walks slowly, steadily around her. She feels the vibrations of his paces through her knees, along her quivering thighs. She tries to still the shaking, knowing that he’ll only batten on it, gorge himself upon it if he should notice. But knowing that only makes her tremble more, only makes her wetter. Her cunt has been drenched in warm oil. She feels his eyes crawling over her, feasting upon the sight of her nakedness, and the helplessness of her situation, the exquisite vulnerability, makes her shiver expectantly.
She sighs.
He stops directly behind her.
“I wonder,” he says absently. Seconds pass. Her nerve endings are on fire, and he hasn’t even touched her yet.
“I wonder what you would taste like … with champagne.”
The sudden chill wetness is electrifying. She gasps aloud, her body convulsing as the champagne is poured between her buttocks; sparkling streams flooding over her anus and the lips of her sex, along the oiled cleft and down the insides of her thighs. The startling mix of heat and cold is simultaneously agonising and delectable. Liquid ants crawling and exploding all over her most intimate flesh. For a few seconds, the sensations are so overwhelming, she’s afraid she’ll lose control, that she won’t be able to hold back from adding her own hot liquid rush to the flow.
The champagne slows, and then stops. One final drop splashes against her sex. At once, he’s behind her. His strong hands cup her buttocks as he eases her flesh apart. His hot tongue rakes up through her cleft, and he laps the wine from her sex with fervour. Clitoris to cunt and back again, over and over and over. The tip of his tongue rims her ass, flicking lecherously across the puckered rosebud, making her gasp with dark pleasure. Then his fingers are on her labia, and he’s opening her like a succulent fruit, his tongue pressing deep inside her, rolled stiff to fuck her. It makes her crave the deeper penetration she knows him capable of. She yearns for his thick cock to fill her cunt through a golden, effervescent curtain.
And while her mind drifts along this path of wanton fantasy, his artful tongue seeks out her clitoris in earnest, flickering across the swollen bud until she is squirming, mashing her breasts against the footstool, dragging her aching nipples across the smooth leather. She presses herself hard against his mouth, until her whole universe is her cunt and the delicious pleasure emanating from its fertile depths.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, unable to restrain the words any longer as her first orgasm erupts.
He barely allows her a respite. Soon, his tongue is on her again, navigating the bounds of her sex, teasingly traversing the sodden furrow between her labia, painting her distended lips with his warm saliva. And then the flickering once again, the sweet, darting flow of his tongue across her clitoris, the quickening tempo that carries her unerringly up the parabola of her pleasure. There’s the desperate need to press herself – force herself – back to meet his tongue, and then the explosion of ecstasy that surges out from her sex, rippling through her entire body.
The leather footstool creaks as she hangs limply over it. She’s dimly aware of the sounds of him stripping himself naked behind her. She feels his powerful hands on her arse once more, and then the unmistakable sensation of his smooth glans nuzzling at her cunt, eager to be inside her.
“Are you thirsty?” he asks.
She nods, still too stunned by the quick succession of her climaxes to speak.
“Well, I’m going to fuck you first. I’m going to make you come all over my cock.” There isn’t a hint of doubt in his voice. “And after you’ve come … and after I’ve poured my hot seed deep, deep inside you … well, then I’ll let you have some more wine.”
And as his thick cock enters her to the hilt, filling her flesh just as she’s craved for so long, her gasp of pleasure is like the sigh of a bottle of champagne being opened by someone adroit.
Tags: Blindfold, Champagne, Silk Scarf
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“Liquid ants”… you set the scene so very well, and it reminds me of how it felt. Thank you, EA… your writing can awaken the soul. xx
Thank you for the lovely compliment, Ms H…
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I keep coming back to read this over, and over, and over again. Such a wicked tale that hits me in all the right spots.
The next time I crack open some bubbly, I will be sure to think about you.
Her vulnerability made me writhe. I feel like I am on heat.
Sounds like you could use a little cooling down. Champagne anyone?
~EA
There isn’t a hint of doubt in his voice…. nothing more seductive that a man who knows what he wants and goes about getting it the right way xx
Seduction by confidence, eh Kimmie? Careful, you’re letting all your secrets slip…
~EA
My what a wicked tale. I’ll be sure to pour myself a glass of bubbly and take care of my own little needs tonight. Thanks again for a naughty little pleasure.
I hope that you enjoyed the bubbly, Daniellina … and taking care of your needs…
~EA
This one was sooooo up my proverbial alley.
And what man wouldn’t be seduced by the thought of being up your proverbial alley, Blondage?
~EA
Oh don’t worry, EA, I just found a way to cool that burning ache…
Oh really? Do tell more…
~EA
Confident good-looking guy….irresistible ! another secret desire to add to the list xx
Noted, ma’am…
~EA
I love a story that resonates with me all day. Bravo.
Although, I keep getting the feeling she’s not really the submissive type, merely permissive. What did he have to promise her to get her to play? What comfort zone did he leave for this experience? I think he would have to give familiarity of his lavish surrounding to her aster studio.
She, as “she” always is in my mind, is an artist. The bare walls are covered in parchment dappled with splattered acrylics. What it lacks in adornments, it makes up for in natural light. This is what she would need to make such a pristine man into a human canvass.
Mingling elements of intimacy with fantasy, he wore her hands in all different shades. Fingers dipped in paint lackadaisically following the trail blazed by her mouth. She reinvented the sublime aspects of his neck, now embellished in blissful abstraction. Its pliable form had moved to meet her lips and then her hands. It bore stripes from the underside of his chin to the divot of his collar. Her mouth whetted desirous of his flesh, warmth, taste.
Using Monet’s pallet, she descended his chest, mouth then fingers. Her hands haloing his sex manoeuvring down his thighs, he was her work of art. To prove it, she had sign her name. She did so with her tongue. Bold letters along his shaft punctuated by circling his flanged edge before placing a sucking kiss on the apex. Opening her mouth, taking all of him, she kept his eyes to find where civility and eroticism collide causing the irises ascend under his lids.
It’s a pleasure to create something that resonates and stirs creativity in turn, Artistikly…
~EA
Why don’t you come closer, and I will whisper it in your ear…
Promises, promises…
~EA
Mmmmm … rich, lush and making me thirsty!
… but on a side note, your new site’s text doesn’t seem to show on Firefox any more
Can you be more specific about the text not showing up in Firefox? I use Firefox myself (the latest version, 2.0.0.11) and everything seems fine at this end. I’d appreciate any feedback you can give…
~EA
This story is wonderful, again. Sexy and seductive.
Mhmm…
Thank you, Kirsten…
~EA
Firefox 1.0.6 (Mac) - and I can see the comments but not the story text as it appears as dark gray on black
Have things improved any? I’ve tried tweaking the CSS for the site, but to be honest, I think Firefox (MAC) renders pretty much the same as Firefox (PC), which seems ok. Can I ask if you’re using the latest version of Firefox?
~EA
I think that your gift is in playing to (and with) all of the senses. My body arches and writhes with her; I hear and I feel what she feels. The sigh as of the bottle being opened is my own sigh.
Very nice, EA.
You’re very kind, Marianne. Thank you…
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God I’ve missed you E! Loving the new look of the site! Mwah x
You’ve been missed too, Tara. Glad you like the new look…
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Delicious!
From the first pop of the opened bottle to the last word, you had me totally entranced.. seduced.
Wonderful words.. and certainly I’ll remember them with the next glass of bubbly.
The site looks grand by the way..dark and wickedly sexy~~
~EA
Oh my word! ‘Liquid ants’
I have always had a ‘thing’ about having champagne poured on to me and then licked off. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have all those little bubbles popping. However, I had never actually worked out the setting for the fantasy. That little scenario seems to have done the trick. Thank you x
I’m delighted to have been of some assistance, Ms Cake…
~EA
Perfection…everything a sensual submissive could wish for in an evening…
I’m extremely flattered by your comment, Salz - thank you…
~EA
I haven’t read your blogs for a while - silly me as you NEVER disappoint.
I’ve always loved champagne & now you’ve given me another reason to always have a bottle handy…
*sip*
Hi, CG, and welcome back. Now that you’ve found your way back, will you be staying? At least check out the archives for those posts since your last visit. I’m pretty confident you’ll find something to your taste…
~EA
I will absolutely be staying; you’re much too irresistible to leave! I’m looking forward to trawling through your archives veeeeery much…
Then I hope you enjoy your delving, CG…
~EA
I am going out to buy Champagne right now, then all I need is a man - any takers?
I find it very hard to believe you’d find yourself short of takers, Minx…
~EA