Elise asks me to massage her body that’s stressed from a long week, and I oblige. I rinse her naked body with oil, and she becomes shiny and gleaming. Along the way, I massage her tense muscles all around her body as well. But Elise smiles as she notices I’m saving her breasts and the area between her legs for last. Because when the time finally comes to massage these, I can’t help but put my fingers deep into her pussy, and I can’t take my other hand off her breasts as I fondle her nipples. Elise happily groans, and both of us get off on it.
‘Since Napoleon and Arno’s birthdays are so close together, I’d love to give them a ‘double celebration’ this month by letting them have their way with me, sandwiched between them, and giving them both a ‘birthday treat’ they’ll never forget. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Vive la France, indeed!’
‘Oh boy Napoleon’s voice is just mmmmmmm (even though I don’t find him physically attractive) but anyway for his birthday I’d love to put on a show for him where he narrates my performance; he tells me how slowly to remove my clothes, where to touch myself, and how loudly to moan.’
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‘You watch Arno practice his swordfighting in Le Cafe Theatre’s training room, unable to look away from the gracefulness of his moves. In the heat of the Parisian summer, he sheds his shirt to cool off, and the sight of him, bare-chested and moving in such focused, forceful movements arouses you. When he notices you watching, he winks. “Like what you see, cherie?” he teases. As you stutter out an unconvincing denial, he draws closer to whisper, “There’s more to see, if you’d like me to show you.”’
‘“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Arno murmurs, his voice soft and sweet as he whispers against my ear. His arm is loosely draped around my waist as we sit together on the edge of the bed. I had just confided to him – now, of all times – that I was a virgin. “No,” I whisper back, “I want to do this.” His grip around my waist tightens. He lowers me onto the bed. I stare up at his dark eyes, his moist lips. “I’ll be gentle,” he says, slipping the nightgown from my shoulders.’
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‘Arno has such a clever little mouth for making sarcastic remarks and witty jokes. But I’d much rather have that mouth of his sucking on my tits, that deft tongue working circles around my nipples. And while his smiles are indeed sweet, I’d rather to see those pretty lips between my legs, leaving kisses on my inner thighs and pussy. And even if his dark, dusky voice is gorgeous to listen to, I’d rather much hear him moaning in pleasure, crying out my name amidst the throes of orgasm.’
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‘I get incredibly turned on by vocalizations during sex; I wonder what sort of sex sounds Arno makes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I imagine Arno would start with heavy breaths that develop into quiet groans as his thrusts grow more rapid and urgent; and as he gathers his partner in his arms, he muffles his moans against their neck the closer he approaches to his climax. As he orgasms, he lets out little husky cries, finally finishing off by whispering his partner’s name in a sweet, satisfied sigh.’
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‘I brush aside her flame-red curls, and kiss the smooth, cool skin of her bare neck, delighting in her gasps of pleasure. As I slowly undress her, savouring in the moment, she grabs my wrist, and in a sweet, husky voice she whispers: “I need you. I need you NOW.” And I smile at her need, her hunger. With a dagger I cut her free from her restraining corset, and cup her supple breasts. “Your wish is my command, Mlle. de la Serre,” I murmur, before claiming her pretty little mouth with a kiss.’
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Arno loves seeing my pussy from behind with my legs pressed together. My curves accentuate my plump pussy. He will admire it, lost in thought of what he will do until he sees one of my hands sneak between my legs. Quickly he is upon me, burying himself inside me. He gets to work making sure I will feel him in the morning. – Axeman
‘His fingertips brush the inside of your naked thighs, the softest of touches, sending jolts of pleasure across your skin. “Tell me, cherie, do you want me?” he murmurs, the velvet tones of his voice like a caress against your cheek. You tremble, feeling the wetness between your legs, your hunger for him growing into an almost painful need. “Yes, Arno, I want you,” you plead breathlessly. And you are rewarded with his angelic smile as he plies his fingers deep into the wet folds of your sex.’
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