We lay tangled in the luxurious sheets. The sweet scent of his performance for thousands lingers on his skin. Instead of after parties he chooses to come home to me. Windows that open to Lake Geneva allow a warm breeze to caress our bodies. Peter Brown circles lazily on the turntable ...'Without Love'... one of his favorites. My hand is tangled in his chest hair. Slowly it moves lower. He gently persuades the journey with his own hand but I don't allow it. It is my time to explore the richness of his warm delicacies. As my hand moves lower my tongue tickles his nipple. It responds immediately to my warm breath. My fingers reach the rich, soft mound of hair that leads to the object of my desire hidden just under the silk sheet. I comb lazily through the thick mass of hair....one finger slips slightly under the sheet and barely touches what I'm seeking. He stretches and settles in for an evening of delight.
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A Fantasy Love Affair
Short StoryWhat would you give for just one night with the Persian Prince? One night of ecstasy...unbelievable pleasure. A dalliance with Freddie would definitely take your breath away.
