Paramour of Pleasure
Oral, Masturbation, Light bondage, Toys

I am the woman that other women fear, envy and
hate. I am the epitome of stolen pleasure, the
circumstance of forbidden fantasy, and the
discoverer of lost desire. I am the vessel of
delightful sensuality, the mentor of carnal
knowledge, and the traveler of erogenous zones. I
am the other woman, a thief of his heart, a
sorceress of magical love potions that steal his
affection, and an enchantress of his sexuality. I
share ancient sinful secrets of longing and
cravings with him. His poorly chosen mate fails
where I succeed in satisfied triumph. She holds
his commitments and vows prisoner, while I free
his desires and love. I have chosen this wicked
route of eroticism. Many may damn me, but I am a
willing voyager of this ill reputed life style. He
comes to me tonight.

Two hours before he is due to arrive, I sit at my
vanity, mystifying and beautifying for his
intimate pleasure. I savor this sensual
preliminary foreplay. I apply tonight's chosen
scent of jasmine to my soft creamy skin
strategically in places, such as, my temples,
wrists, inner elbow, the nape of my neck,
underneath my bountiful breast, the crook of my
knee and my soft inner thighs. I brush my hair
until its red-brown curls glisten with fiery
highlights. My full lips are the color of rubies,
red and tempting. Powdering my nose, I mentally
review my erotic wardrobe of the finest of silks,
satins, velvets and lace with the spectrum of
colors from the palest of soft mute pastels to the
deep rich colors of gems. I chose a flowing hunter
green silk peignoir set with black sheer thigh
high stockings and black heels with ankle wrap
ties. The French cut panties that I wear are
emerald green Thai silk. My secret-keeping eyes
change in hue from sublime blue-gray to pale
cat-eye green, reflecting lightly the color of
jealousy and envy that I wear.

Bemused with my thoughts, I arch one sculptured
eyebrow at my reflection. What shall tonight's
entertainment consist of? How shall I entice his
desire and saturate his yearnings? My lover stated
no preference, only his urgent need of me. I go
into the bedroom to stage the set of our erotic
drama. I remove the peach scented candles from
last week's play and replace them with unscented
ones. I didn't want distraction from his
concentration of my scent. The sheets are of ivory
satin, with plush pillows. On the bedside table, I
have an array of massage oils and lotions to
soothe the mind and excite the body, a feather to
tickle the senses, and four silk scarves to bind
him, if I choose. I leave the room, to prepare the
outer sanctum.

In the receiving parlor, I have wine, chilling,
along with some fruit and cheese. He will not
hunger, because his wishes are mine to grant.
Sweet Billie Holiday's voice soothes the four
walls in her most seductive musical voice. The
lighting is low and inviting. I fluff the pillows
on the sofa. All is set, the web is spun and I am
waiting for my fly to appear. The ringing of the
door chimes tells me it is time for the show to
begin. My heart is pounding in response, as my
love for this man is true and adoring.

My darling lover greets me with a wet deep
passionate kiss, as his hands caress my soft
curls. He breathes into my ear, "I have missed
you." I kiss him with a light tenderness, pulling
him within the security of my welcoming arms.
"Come inside, love," the spider tells the fly. He
steps into the foyer, his arm around my waist. I
herd him into the parlor, pour him some wine, feed
him some grapes, loosen his tie and remove his
shoes, to give his feet the relaxation that he
craves, by massaging his tiredness away. I listen
to him pour out his frustrations regarding life
and his unhappiness, in sympathy with an
occasional kiss to his brow. I know that soon he
will tire of conversation. I wait with patience
and barely concealed excitement.

After several glasses of wine, he relaxes, letting
desire for me fill his thoughts. I smile as his
eyes dance over my attractive, seductive and
alluring essence. "Sit here, pet," he tells me,
pointing to the vacant place beside him on the
sofa. My clinging gown's abundant skirt flows
around me as I sit, with only my ankles showing.
He traces the fabric on my knee with his
fingertips. "Have you missed me?" He asks. I hid a
smile, answering, "Yes, darling, more than words
can say." My answer pleases him. He leans forward
to kiss the beauty mark that lives on my neck
above the left collarbone. His trimmed moustache
tickles, sending shivers down my arms. "Then show
me," he replies. I stand, offering my hand to him
so that I might lead him into the inner sanctum of
pleasure, the room that holds the heart of this
house-the heat of our passion.

He is pleased with the setting of our carnal
playpen. I don't think that Eros, God of love
could appreciate it as much. I slowly undress him,
removing his shirt, pausing to kiss the flesh as
it becomes exposed to the candle's flickering
glow. Standing, while I undo his belt, he slides
the silk robe off my shoulders, to place kisses on
the softness of my neck. I kneel before him,
looking up at him, while I release the fly,
saying, "Lover, I want you to lie back and let me
make you forget your hectic day, as my mouth sends
you above the heights of heaven." I kiss his lower
stomach, before I push his pants down to his feet.
I tug down his briefs in one fluid movement. With
a playful laugh, I push him back onto the bed with
a bounce. I strip him completely. His arousal is a
beautiful lustful sight. I slide my tender lips
down the shaft, eliciting a torrid response.

I stand by the side of the bed, letting my hands
trace the muscles of his upper body. Watching him
as my gentle hands touch him, I suddenly know what
his need is for tonight. I place my fingers onto
his mouth, outlining the shape of his lips. With
his eyes closed, he opens his lips slightly, so
that I may insert my finger for him to suckle.
With my other hand, I take two of the silk scarves
and loosely intertwine them amongst the posts of
the headboard. His eyes still closed, he lovingly
takes my hand at his mouth within his own to kiss
the open palm. I remove my hand to brace myself as
I straddle him, letting my silk tent over our
bodies. His strong hands cup my breasts through
the supple fabric. I remove his hands, so that I
might interlock our fingers. I lean down onto his
upper body, so that my breasts are pressing into
his chest. I kiss him hungrily, allowing him to
feel my desire for him. I move our joined hands
above his head. With one hand I hold his hands
together, then quickly wrap the silk scarves
around his wrists, bonding him to the headboard
posts.

He laughs, "You cunning vixen, what are you up
to?" I smile, "Pleasure, Milord." I press my body
over his, once again, to kiss his lips. Leaning up
from him, my hair tickles his nose, giving me an
idea. I climb off him to stand by the bed. I
slowly strip until I am scantily clad in my Thai
silk panty, stockings and heels, as he watches
with intense desire. "I want to touch you, Angel."
He says, "Untie me." I cup my full breasts with my
hands momentarily, before tugging my tawny nipples
into tautness, as I smile, arching an eyebrow,
saying, "In due time! Sir, I think that what you
really want is for someone to strip away all your
power, taking from you the responsibility of life
itself. I am the woman to do the job, thoroughly
and sensually. Tonight, you will completely submit
to me."

His eyes narrow, as he watches me pause by the
bedside table. I stand with head bent,
contemplating what method that I would employ, to
commence his sensual journey on the pathway to
submission that he had unknowing hitched a ride
to. "Ma Cherie, I want you. Untie me this
instant." He struggles with the silk scarves. I
laugh, "Dear, your purchases for me are always of
the finest quality. Those silk scarves will not
rip very easily." I test the knots, as I say, "My
Darling fly, the more you tug the more tangled
that you become in my web." His struggles
increase, as if testing my bond to him. Amused, I
watch, knowing that I will need to soothe his
mind, before I can continue. His pleasure was my
utmost concern, not his torture.

I reach for the kiwi flavored massage oil, to
lightly rub some onto my pert nipples. He is
distracted by my bondage of him. Touching his
face, I gently say, "Taste me," as I offer my
breasts to his mouth. I brush one nipple across
his lips. He relaxes to a small degree, as he
hungrily suckles it, making cooing sounds in his
throat. I move my breast from within his lip's
reach. I ask, "Do you want more?"

He replies, licking his lips, "Yes, Angel! Your
taste is exquisite."

I coyly say, "Maybe later!"

"You minx," he says. His voice is thick with
concealed humor, "Payback will be hell."

Laughing, I counter, "I live in hell without you.
It is nothing that I cannot handle, Mon Cher!" His
struggle with the scarves resumes.

I watch him for a moment, smiling. I squeeze my
thighs together, enjoying the feel of my silk
panty clinging to my nether lips. I am wet with
absolute power and carnal desire. I plan to use
him as one does a utensil. As I am the wanton
cistern for his pleasure releasing orgasms, I will
reverse the roles so that he will become my erotic
climatic tool. Tonight I have the audacity to
unleash the hungry wanton bestial side of me that
he has yet to witness. My stomach flutters at the
thought of the tempestuous abandonment that we
will utilize with orgasmic vigor this eve. As my
mind whirls with these thoughts, I slide a supple
finger over the silk material of my panty's
crotch. I massage my pubic mound, enjoying the
feel of the dampened silk against my fingertips.

My lover's struggles cease, as my debauched
masturbatory activity catches his eye. I stop for
a moment to prop his head up comfortably on some
pillows, because I want him to view my show of
self-indulgence. I straddle his body, grinding my
panty-covered crotch against his hard cock, while
I kiss him fervently. He protests when I climb off
to lie beside him with my head pointing at his
feet. I pretend not to notice him, as I continue
masturbating. His protests stop with a sharp
intake of breath. He is silent as my deft digits
do their duty. I continue to massage my pussy
through the silk with the fabric darkening from
the wetness of my nether regions. I grow excited,
knowing that my show is making my lover's cock
hard and rigid. When my orgasm erupts, it does so
in song, and I come loudly with much turbulence. I
remove my wet panty and boldly place it on his
chest, knowing that the silk's emanation of my
womanly scent will entice his hunger for me.

I kneel facing him on the bed. As I caress my
breasts, stomach and thighs, my nimble fingers
delve the dewy folds of my pussy, gathering
wetness on them. In silence, I offer my glistening
fingers to him. With his eyes locked on mine, he
licks them clean. I remove one of the pillows so
that his head is almost flat on the bed. I place a
knee on each side of his head so that my pussy is
above his face. He says, "Yes, Angel feed me your
pussy." I smile, as I say, "We shall see." Inches
away from his face, I tease my clit and nether
lips. The wetness of my desire and my rapid
breathing were the only sound in the room. Ever so
often, I give him the privilege of licking my
fingers before moving them back to my mound of
Venus. The taste of me drives him crazy with need.
He cries in torture, "Love, let me lick you. You
taste is so exquisite. Please, I need to pleasure
you with my lips and my mouth." I ignore his
pleas, as I ride my hand to blissful climax. My
juices run with abundance over my fingers. I once
again, allow him a taste.

I move down his body until my pussy lips encase
his cock. He is torrid and heated with need. With
my wet dew as lubricant, I slide my lips up and
down the backside of his shaft; letting the
sculptured rim of the head of his cock hit my
clit. As I ride his rail, he begs, "Please slide
me in, Darling! You are driving me insane with
this mindless teasing." With urgent carnal wiles,
I rub my pink swollen pussy lips, faster and
faster on his cock's shaft. Caressing my breasts,
my eyes close, as my red hair whips around, and I
lose myself once again in climatic heaven. My
orgasmic song is loud and exhilarating with joy.
As it abates, I notice that he has resumed his
battle with the enemy scarves. I laugh, taking the
discarded panty and placing it in his mouth. To my
surprise, he sucks hungrily on the saturated
fabric, savoring my flavor. Taking pity on him, I
lick my juices off his thick shaft. It feels alive
under the dance of my tongue. He moans with
enjoyment. I remove the panty so that I can kiss
him deeply, allowing him the pleasure of my taste.

I leave the sanctuary of the bed, to view my
assortment of sensual providing tools, waiting on
the bedside table. Within the bedside table's top
drawer is an erotic surprise for my darling, which
I obtained via the wonders of the Internet,
without leaving the sanctuary of my humble home. I
caress the item with my supple fingers, thinking
how his submission to me is almost complete. I
smile before I proceed with the final scenario of
lust and pleasure. I place the surprise, a latex
penis hood with its vibrating bullet over the fat
mushroom cap of his throbbing cock. With the
remote control in my delicate hand, my nimble
thumb flicks the on switch to low speed. I say to
my love, "Milord, shall we dance?" With a
torturous but happy voice, my love replies. "My
Angel, My Vixen, My Demon Lover...you are a
delight, a wonder, a thrill...I adore you and I am
yours!"