Engulfed by masculine arms, I am laid down upon a
giant cushion, this time a top a long table. Candles
blaze, I can smell a heavy perfume of incense. And
somewhere in the distance is a rich vibrant music. A
lovely young man stands to my right and rubs a golden
oil into my skin, smiling down at me as he works.
Stretching my arms up and back, training my fingers to
hold tight again to the edge of the cushion.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a brush dipping down
to color my nipples carefully with glittering gold
honey. I am too surprised to make a sound. I lay still
as my lips are also painted. The shock dissolves as I
feel my legs drawn apart and a bowl of brightly
colored, glistening fruits is held above me. Tender
fingers pat and stroke me until my sex is awakened. I
gaze into the smiling eyes of the lovely man who has
decorated my silky skin. He takes the fruit from the
bowl- dates, pieces of melon and peach, tiny pears,
dark red berries- he carefully dips each piece in a
silver cup of honey.
My legs are stretched wide apart and I realize the
honeyed fruit is being placed inside me. My
well-taught sex tightens irresistibly as the silky
fingers force the quartered melon deep within and the
next piece and the next, bringing stronger and
stronger flushes and sighs from me.
I can't keep from moaning, but my captor seems to
approve. He nodds, his smile growing ever brighter. I
am filled with fruit, I can feel it buldging from me.
And now I am shown the glistening bunch of grapes that
is laid between my legs, and a lovely sprig of white
orchids is dangled over my face, my mouth is opened
and the stem laid between my teeth, the waxy petals
fluttering against my cheeks and chin ever so lightly.
I try not to bite down on the stem, merely to hold it
firmly. something, a plump date perhaps, was pressed
into my navel. I undulate almost uncontrolably on the
pillow as the tension mounts in me. I feel a vague
infatuation with the smiling face as I am slowly
transformed into an astonishing ornament.
I am briefly left alone. I writh on the pillow,
holding the edges tight, keeping my legs wide apart.
Imploringly silent.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him. His lips move
in a half smile as he comes towards me. He doesn't
seem nervous or afraid, rather lost in his desire. He
straddles me, pressing his head down until it touched
the honey now aimlessly dripping down the sides of my
round breasts, falling towards the pillow, and he
begins to lap it.
I sigh, feeling the hard wet pressure of his licking
tounge on the curve of my flesh. And my eyes grow wide
as he cleanes away the liquid, his hair tickling my
face, and then he bends to feed on the other side just
as greedily. He seems and alien God leaning over me,
his face like something from the very depth of my
unavowed dreams, his powerful arms and shoulders
polished to a magnificent luster. With his fingers
guiding he draws down now, lowering his head until,
eagerly, he takes the honeyed fruit from my navel.
My hips and belly rise sharply at the touch of his
lips and teeth, moaning breaks from me, the flowers in
my mouth shutter against my cheeks.
He kneels between my legs. With an almost savage
gesture, he gnaws at the dressing of fruit, the soft
pressure of his Jaws maddening me.
He consumes the grapes, and, his mouth pressed to my
pubic lips, he grasps with his teeth the thick chuncks
of melon. I writh and clutch the pillow. My hips rise
uncontrollably. His mouth grinding deeper into me,
teeth biting at the clitoris, licking it, as he
extracts more of the fruit. And in a fury of rocking,
undulating movements, I push with all my might to
offer it to him.
The man's jaws work against me, emptying me. And now
he laps the juices from between my legs, his tounge
comming up in broad wet strokes to my clitoris again
slowly.
I feel my face is blood red. My nipples two aching
little kernels. I undulate so violently that my
buttocks rise from the pillow.

I taste his sweetened breath as his rock hard cock But
with a wrenching moan of dissapointment I see his head
rise. Yet it is not over! He is comming up over the
top of me tracing his fingers over my delicate abdomen
across my navel and then to each breast. He gently
cleans the right one with his seductively soft
caressing tounge while pinching the other between his
thumb and index finger. then he cleans the other with
a sweet moist circular lapping, moving up to cover my
mouth with his.mercilessly teased my already throbbing
sex without entering. We stare deep enough into each
others eyes to almost see through them, and then he
pushes gently against my neither lips as they give way
hungerly accepting his pulsing organ, a thrill runs up
my spine and courses through my lips shareing with him
the pleasure it brings.
The convulsing in our bodies converge until we feel
like one entity.
Groaning, almost crying, I dangle my head to one side,
rocking in the momentum of the spasms between his
legs. And as the fiery shimmering orgasm inundates
me, bringing forth my loudest moaning sighs, I feel
his come overflow into me.
Locked together we struggle, around us in the open
space there is only silence. I see nothing. I have no
thoughts. I feel him slip away. As the world returns
to normal, I still feel as if I am being carried away.