Naked, thighs parted she is irresistible, as, beginning her mind dominating game, she asks. ”How do you like your red wine?”

Her glass held delicately over her belly, I respond, ”Flowing.”

“Go fetch,” she hisses, allowing the contents to trickle.

My tongue sips and licks a red stream over gently curving belly, down into her pink gully. I lap keenly along moist labia and fused petals of her. Wine is quickly dispensed with, and she moans as my tongue, eagerly imbibes at her leaking entry, discovering the absolute intoxication, the true alcohol of her power over me.