So there she was, across the table from me, enticing me openly with her charms.
And what a thing of beauty she was. Whilst the aromas of others wafted over, they simply couldn’t compare. Who after all, could?
Her cloak discarded I could now see her long, slender neck. My goodness, it was all I could do to keep my fingers from touching her, feeling her curves in my eager hands, touching, caressing her.
As delicate as I intended to be, eventually I succumbed to temptation, reaching over and pulling her close. I was salivating as I undressed her.
Removing her top I allowed her magnificence to spill over me, recklessly. Gaining control, just, I was allowed a taste.
As she trickled down my tongue and throat, burning passion as she went, I was overcome by her magic. Time and again I was forced to sample her elegance…