Ciao a tutti!
It's been a week since your last Midday-Mid-Week-Matinee; from the
What's Her Fantasy? archives, a
Sixty-Second Sexcapade which is sure to delight! And as always, I hope this gets you through the remainder of the week!
***WARNING***
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
Touch & Taste
It’s hard to believe that Antoine and
I have been married for 6 years. There were times I didn’t think we would get
this far. Between work, the children and school or friends and family and
community obligations, the autumn always seems to bring so much chaos that it’s
often difficult to coordinate our schedules and find “us” time. But, somehow,
we always manage to make it work.
It is at these moments, I find
myself longing for the summer –the days, so many years ago, when we first got
together. Especially those hot summer nights when we would spend hours talking
and touching, teasing and pleasing each other to no end. The summer reminds me of
‘Toine –my fantasy is to tempt his taste buds with a picnic. After all, what
epitomizes the summer more?
As the day begins to wind down, and
the children have settled in for the night, I hand Antoine a note: The evening holds a lot of delicious possibilities;
tonight, your senses will be pleasured like never before. The first item on the
menu is relaxation. Why don’t you start with a shower? I can’t think of a
better way for you to unwind.
When he reaches the bathroom, there
is a bottle of scented body wash along with a note that reads: Hmmm, thinking about you naked makes my
mouth water. Enjoy a nice hot shower, but don’t take too long –dessert is
almost ready.
When he comes out of the shower, he
finds a bath towel, a pair of silk boxers and massage oil along with his third
note: Dry yourself off, slip into the
boxers and join me downstairs. I want you
to work up an appetite before you get something to eat.
As I put the finishing touches on
the picnic, I hear him descend the final steps and take a seat on the red and
white checkered picnic blanket when he enters the room. The scene is absolutely beautiful: the
candles have all been lit in the fireplace, the picnic basket is situated next
to me and I am dressed in a new black negligee with a sheer bodice, accented
elegantly with lace and a pair of stilettos.
Antoine stands at the entrance to
the room wearing only the silk boxers and holding the bottle of massage oil. His
eyes follow the seductive lines of my gown and I watch as his nature begins to
rise. He silently walks to the blanket
and sits down behind me, with his back to the chaise lounge. ‘Toine kisses the nape of my neck before his
fingers delicately pull down the thin straps of my gown. Pouring the oil into
his palms, he rubs them together to warm it, and then places his hands on my
shoulders, massaging me –getting me aroused.
“This is nice.” He speaks softly, waking me from my erotic
trance.
“It’s just the beginning.” When he finishes the massage, I open the
picnic basket and pull out our favorite bottle of wine along with two
wineglasses and the bottle opener. Antoine
wastes no time popping the cork on the bottle and pouring each of us a glass. I allow him to finish his drink before I hand
him a box; enclosed he finds a blindfold and the final note: Now that your palate is wet, it’s time to
play a little game of Touch and Taste.
“Touch ‘n Taste?” ‘Toine asks inquisitively with a tone of
playfulness in his voice as he curls the edge of his upper lip just enough,
indicating that his mind is swirling with ideas. He licks his lips then
continues, “I don’t think I know the rules to that game.”
“There are only three –” I reply. “Rule number one: I blind fold you, and you
must remain blindfolded for the entire game.”
I take the long sheer scarf from Antoine, and as he closes his eyes, I
fold the fabric and gently wrapped it around him tying it securely behind his
head. “Rule number two: I touch your lips with a body part of mine
that has been dipped in something delectable and you taste what I put in your mouth.”
“Hmmm.” ‘Toine moans as he licks
his lips again, but this time with purpose. “And three?”
“That’s the hard part –” I lean
over to Antoine, gently brushing my lips against his ear, and whisper, “Rule
number three: You tell me what you’ve tasted
and what body part has touched
you.” I wait to note his reaction; he
smiles in delight, leaning his head back to the seat behind him, and then
raises it again. “Are you game?” I question.
“Ready when you are.” Antoine eagerly responds and we begin.
I start with something easy. “I got –” He answers quickly. “That’s peanut
butter, and it’s on your finger.” I
congratulate and move onto the next temptation.
“Hmmm –that’s gotta be chocolate
syrup on your ear lobe.”
“Two for two, I need to make these
a little harder,” I jest. Onto his next taste.
“I’m gonna have to taste that one
again –I know what I’m tasting, but I need another touch. I give ‘Toine another sample, and he makes
his guess, “The taste is frosting?”
“Yes –go on.” I encourage.
“Is the touch your chin?”
“Very good –are you sure you’re not
peeking?” I kiss him then move onto temptation
number four.
Day 198: Wednesday June 6th 2012
Shoe: Type Z –Penni
Color: Brown
Style: Platform Sandal
Heel: 5 inches (12.7 cm)
Platform: 1 ¼ inches (3.2 cm)
Material: Leather Upper with Leather Sock and 4-buckle detail along side
Beautiful in any color;
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