It was our meeting date, just before our set time to meet, you were sitting quietly, your breasts rising and falling with anticipation. As you hear my car pull up your breathing increases, as the seconds tick by. One... two… you stare at the door, your eyes large; plush lips of a deep pink colour slowly part, your breathing increasing. Three… four... there is a sound of knock, one... two.. You rise from your comfortable seat knowing what pleasures the night will bring. You head for the door, nervous but excited, feeling stimulated all at the same time. The anticipation of the night is overwhelming. Just as you reach for the handle you realise that once the handle is turned there is no looking back, your experience tonight will set a standard that will be hard to emulate. You wonder if you should turn the handle, but with blind faith your hand reaches for the knob. The handle turns and as the door slowly opens the shadow of a man slowly appears. Your heart is pounding as I step forward..........

I step into the room, securing the door behind me. Your eyes follow me intently, still holding your breath. I haven't even look at you yet, this tall, dark and handsome man.

My head slowly turns towards you. Your held breath escapes you in several small, light gasps as you watch me, the firelight dancing in your eyes and mine, as our eyes meet for the first time. You study my face: my long, strong jaw; plush, thin lips; strong nose.

I then scoop the wine glasses up in my right hand, their stems nestled within my fingers, my left grasping the neck of an already opened bottle of wine, easily lifting it from the table with a slight rippling of my arm muscles.

I wrap my long, thick fingers around the middle of the open bottle of wine. I lift it, bringing it to each glass, and tipping it just over their rims. Ruby red liquid splashes down into the glass, swirling around as it rises.

My right hand thrusts forward, holding the glasses, a slight splash of liquid rolling onto my hand, several drops gliding down my hand and wrist, free-falling onto your left knee and thigh, and the fur beneath you.

Your neck moves as you swallow hard, small hands hesitantly rising to cup around the bowl of the delicate glass between my forefinger and middle finger, the other left to sit between my middle finger and ring finger as I draw my hand away. I nod when you look up at me whilst lifting the rim of the glass to your lips.

Our eyes intent on each other, you take a few soft sips, and I reach forward, my left hand touching two fingertips to the underside of the base of the glass, lifting it slightly, causing more of the musky wine to spill into your mouth, down your throat. Some of it leaks from the left side of your mouth. The rather large glass half emptied, your face flush, I move my hand away with a nod as you draw the glass from your ruby-shining lips. I stare down at you, my gaze deep and intent, slowly breaking from your eyes to draw across your body slowly...........................



The wine burns in your throat and empty stomach, quickly flowing into your veins, raising the heat of your blood, bringing a flush of colour to your skin. You give a slight shiver to the feel of hot, fresh blood running through you as you lick your ruby lips
You study me in exchange. My chest is devoid of hair, shining with a thin coat of sweat, the heat of the roaring fire at my back. My stomach is muscular, a six-pack evident, without being overly distinctive. A trail of thin, dark hair begins just below my belly button, fanning out as it makes the descent into my low waistband. Breeches of thick, soft, strong leather are held in place with a lace of leather strands at the front. The material hangs only slightly loose upon me, the front only slightly more pronounced as I look down upon you.

I watch you, your steady, nervous breathing, the rise and fall of your breasts, so scantily clad. The pulse of your blood at your neck. Your dark mysterious, but innocent eyes, framed by long sooty lashes, grow slightly heavier, as the alcohol flows into your blood.

I lean back, placing the palm and splayed fingers of my left hand onto the furs. My right moves to my right thigh patting it while looking directly into your eyes.

You lift with a slight flexing of leg muscles. Your right knee lifts from the furs and moves forward, followed soon by your left........

You move around the glasses we placed on the floor, coming to my right side, and placing your left hand to my left shoulder. You raise your bottom from your calves, shifting and gliding it into my lap, leaning your right shoulder against my chest........

My left hand back, supporting both of us, my right moving to gently shift your legs to stretch out before you. You draw a sharp intake of breath, a warmth running through your body upon the feel of my hand on your ankles.

I sense your reaction with a slight smile of approval, and I raise my hand to settle its rough palm against your right thigh, fingertips just slightly pressed between those thighs.

Your breathing increases, your breasts dramatically lift and fall with every breath. My hand slowly travels higher, until you can nearly feel my fingertips against the part of your legs. Unintentionally, a tiny whimper escapes you, when my hand moves slowly down again.

Suddenly my left hand slides into your long blonde hair, taking a gentle but firm grip. I pull your head back as you gasp in surprise.

I draw you closer to me, my head dipping down, my mouth hovering above your own for a moment.

You yearn softly, and my right hand moves to draw the slipknot of your silks loose, letting the blood red material slide away from your body. My eyes wander your now naked body a moment, then my lips press hard and hungry to your own. Your dark eyes flutter closed, surrendering to me................