You step into the Chalet for the first time, uncertain what to expect of me. I have always been so demure over the phone, yet it makes you wonder. In the twilight, as the shadows settle around the room, you find a trail of tea-lights twinkling, leading up the staircase to the loft above. They dance like fireflies in the night sky as they beckon you upward and onward. Your heart pounds; you mind races with fantastic thoughts, horrible thoughts. What have you gotten yourself into? You steady yourself against the wall as you make your way up the stairs. You can hear soft music playing and as you reach the landing, you find yourself breathing in the seductive aroma of scented candles. Aromatic oils, and the scent of velvet and vetivier. You breath deeply and begin to relax as you scan the room for me. You find me, reclined on a red velvet chair. I’m wearing black leather boots and corsets. I am smoking a cigarette with my leg draped casually over the arm of the chair. No panties.“Come to me….” I purrr… As if transfixed your body begins to move towards me as your mind screams “NO!!”
I grab you by the hair as the smoke curls up from my blood-red lips.
“Taste me”.. I sneer, as I push your face down into my satin pussy.”And no air for you until you make honey gush from that sweet little pot!”
You feel yourself begin to tremble with excitement, with fear. Your cock begins to swell despite your best efforts to quell your urges, for fear of what I may do should I discover your stiffening secret. You soon find yourself lost in my movements, seduced my my dazzling scent. Hours or perhaps moments drift by. You cannot be certain, as I hold you captive in my pleasurable realm. I release you as the waves of my orgasm subside and push you away from me.
“Thats enough.”
You sit back on your knees, and look around the room, catching your breath, and beginning to think this may not be SO bad.
And, that’s when you spot the Goliath strap-on layed out on the bed.
You stiffen in fear, your sphincter contracts! Oh Dear God…what is THAT for? Soon, my pet! Very soon.
XOXO
Destiny
You always seem to remember your most memorable orgasms, who you shared it with, the location you were at. Somehow, we easily forget the bad ones. Do you often think about your orgasm you had with me? Maybe you’re at work and your mind starts to drift off and you think about what we shared the night before. I can honestly say when I share a really intense orgasm with you, I most defiantly think about it the next day. Sometimes my mind will be thinking about you and I totally lose concentration on what I am presently doing. That is the effect of what a memorable orgasm will do to me. What does a memorable orgasm to do you?
