Friday 6:30 pm
Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night. After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into Lou Lou’s quaint little Victorian era flower emporium to buy a bunch of arum lilies. The shop was located right round the corner from my apartment building and as I turned the corner I instinctively glanced up at the fifth floor to the windows of my apartment. There, against the inky blackness, I saw a trio of candles burning. I smiled and felt a slight tingle of expectation in the pit of my stomach. I gripped the stems of the lilies tighter as I entered the elevator and jabbed hard at the button marked five. I then realized that I was becoming impatient; contemptuous of delay, intolerant of anything that stood between me and the exquisite embodiment of pleasure that was waiting for me. Her name was Tamsin. My door was unlocked. As I entered, I was greeted by the rich aroma of sandalwood. I took a deep breath and my mouth began to water as the incense stirred my senses. I heard music playing quietly in the background; an exotic, tribal rhythm that sounded like it had originated in the Near East . The apartment was dark, but as I walked into the corridor I saw a line of candles leading to the lounge. As I entered the lounge I noticed that the couch was covered with a cloth of sumptuous purple velvet. By one end of it was a small, round table upon which was a silver wine jug and two goblets; all sparkling in the candle light. A bowl of red grapes completed this intimate little still-life. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, I saw a figure slowly approaching from out of the shadows. A vision of mystic beauty stood before me. She wore her hair in an antique style, reminding me of recent films set in ancient Greece . Around her neck, a heavy necklace hung of agates and sardonyx, turquoise, gold and lapis lazuli. As she raised her hands and took a step closer I saw heavy gold rings on her fingers and a bracelet of what appeared to be pure gold. I was awed and speechless but not surprised – nothing Tamsin did these days surprised me. I had known her for three months and she would constantly reinvent herself. Whether she did it for me or to fill some inner need in her, I don’t know but I was just glad to be along for the ride. I looked down her exquisite body. Every inch of her was pure poetry. She wore what appeared to be a length of white cotton cloth draped elegantly around one shoulder and leaving one of her magnificent breasts uncovered. The rest of the cloth hung down to her knees. I let my eyes linger on her loveliness for a long while as she stood there. She said nothing but, as always, her eyes of crystalline blue were alive and burning with intense emotion. I stepped closer and she took my hand. She ran my fingers down her face and across her breasts then spoke to me in a language I did not understand. It was a tongue rich and sibilant and as she spoke, the intensity in her eyes grew. I listened to the arcane words, spoken with the utmost softness and tenderness; as though they were a sacred incantation and I knew then that I was in the presence of the Goddess. Gracefully, she walked over to the small table and poured us both a goblet of wine. It was a rich, sweet red that I had never tasted before. It was at once intoxicating and refreshing and as I savored the last drop, I was met by a sweet smile. She took a sip from her own cup then put it down. I felt strong hands and smooth palms run over my shoulders. They were purple of raiment and golden, Filled full of thee, fiery with wine, Thy lovers in haunts unbeholden, In marvelous chambers of thine….. She kissed me and slowly started to undress me. She would not allow me to help her, so I knew that tonight was about me. But how could I begin to ignore this woman’s need for pleasure. I was her devotee, I was her slave and I was her adjunct in all things. My clothes soon lay in a discarded pile on the floor; I had emerged from them like a moth after metamorphosis – a newly potent creature with wondrous capabilities. I took a deep breath as I saw her get down on her knees before me. Soon, supple fingers, velvety lips and a satin tongue were working their magic on my balls and cock. I shut my eyes and listened to the luscious sounds of Tamsin’s mouth at work on my shaft; set against a background of hypnotic music. The rich incense and the ambrosial wine too cast their spell on my senses. I soon found myself transported into an occult world of infinite possibilities presided over by this beautiful arch-sorceress. She now reached around and parted the cheeks of my butt, rubbing all the sensitive area behind my balls and at the rim. I loved this and it was something that she had not done before. The rose of expectation began to bloom within in me. I became hard quickly as she started tugging my cock upwards at just the right angle. My breathing was getting heavier and, sensing this, she stopped. I saw a salacious smile creep across her face as she slowly rose and led me to the couch. I sat down; my cock still wet and glistening from her saliva and still standing rigidly to attention. Tamsin stood before me, turned slowly and teasingly raised the cloth revealing her beautiful butt. She swayed her hips to the music, running her hands up and down her sides. Slowly she turned; her eyes burning intensely, and removed the cloth. It lingered momentarily about her shoulders then slid reluctantly to the floor. Now the precious necklace that I had admired earlier, found itself framed by her breasts – three treasures moved in harmony as she danced. At that moment I couldn’t have torn my eyes away from her if it had meant my very life! I stood up and she smiled. I approached her; we kissed tenderly again then she lay on the couch with her butt in the air. As I walked over to her, she got onto her knees and produced a stick of lube. I bit my lip as she squeezed the lube onto two fingers. Then, with an encouraging glance back at me, she slid the fingers slowly into her butt. I knelt down beside her to watch this beautiful woman working her most intimate depths. She rubbed slowly at first, then faster and harder as the sensation began, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. I was entranced and instinctively reached for my cock. But I didn’t need to do too much to it before it was as rigid as granite. She shivered, shuddered and swayed; moving up and down on the couch, moaning softly, then she stopped and reached for my hand with a look of appeal in her azure eyes. She need not have worried. I kept one hand firmly on my cock while I buried one then two fingers into the silky depths of her rear. It was amazing to feel her muscles alternately tighten then relax around my fingers as I plunged them deeper and deeper into her succulent little hole. I started to imagine what it would be like to lick this lush little treasure and without another thought, I parted her butt cheeks, surprising her, and plunged my tongue in. I worked it all around and heard her moan appreciatively. I felt pulses begin to run through her body as her moans grew louder. Then she made me stop. Turning over, she gave me the lube and I gently applied more to her. I massaged her butt with my fingers again as I felt her cool lips envelope the head of my cock and her skilful hand flick my foreskin back and forth until I was so hard that she could do it no longer. My pressure on the rim of her butt increased as I found myself willingly succumbing to the intense lust that this woman always kindled in me. I looked at her face as she opened her eyes and playfully licked her lips. She got onto all fours as I stood up behind her. She moved back until my cock just stroked her butt. This was all the delay I could stand. I grabbed her hips and slid my full length into her. Immediately she arched her back and I felt her muscles lock onto me. I began to thrust into her. Tamsin responded by meeting my every stroke with a counter stroke and I planted my feet firmly on the floor; using my every muscle to compliment the work of my cock. I ran my palms up and down her back; I held her by the shoulders and gently pulled her hair. I gripped her by the throat tenderly and put my fingers in her mouth. She nibbled and bit them - the pain was delicious; adding to the indescribable riot of pleasure that my cock and Tamsin’s butt were treating us both to. I could almost feel the waves of pleasure running up and down her spine as she thrust harder and harder into me. I stopped moving and threw my head back. I gripped the couch and savored the power of her repeated thrusts. Her butt could not get enough cock to fill it as she repeatedly impaled herself upon me. I grabbed her butt cheek, as I began to thrust hard into her again and again. At times my cock almost left her body completely but this was so that I could enjoy the sight of its full length plunging back in. We were both sweating now despite the coolness of the room. I watched as a bead of water ran down Tamsin’ shoulder, leaving a glistening trail where it had caressed her flesh. This was all I could take; my utmost limit had been reached. I grit my teeth, arched my back over her and sank my fingers deep into her shoulders. My breathing stopped and for a long moment; the world, along with everything in it except for this one and only goddess, ceased to exist. Only later did I realize that I had come as never before, but at that instant I was conscious of nothing save the waves of pleasure that drummed through my body as I unleashed a white torrent deep into Tamsin’s delicious rear. A rare giggle escaped her lips as I pulled out of her. A little of my juice escaped and I rubbed it into her skin. She seemed to enjoy this and I saw her eyes beaming with pleasure as she sat down next to me. She looked down at me. I was clearly drained and spent. She spoke some more of that mysterious language which sounded so strange to me. Whatever the words meant, they sounded comforting and affectionate. It was as if we had just met and that this was a scene taking place in some past age, in some exotic land. I smiled back at her, wondering just how long she was going to remain in character. We drank more of the wine, relaxed and caressed each other for what seemed like a blissful hour. We then showered, spending more time kissing as cascades of hot water soothed tired muscles. I dried her golden hair and she spent time drying my every nook. I was clearly enjoying her attentions when she looked up into my eyes suddenly and said, “Lucky boy, you get for free what Phryne only sold to the powerful, the famous and the rich.” “I’m humbled, but you’re not Phryne.” “Oh?” “You’re Aphrodite.” “Flatterer, you may follow in the wake of the goddess.” That night, we lay in each others arms and Tamsin soon fell fast asleep.