I’m in Stavanger, the city wrapped in cool sea air and soft northern light. In the quiet warmth of my hotel restaurant, I noticed her - blonde, radiant, effortlessly captivating.

A glance turned into conversation, and conversation into a shared sense that this meeting was somehow inevitable.

She told me her name was Eira, she was a local, and she had spent all day in attendance at a conference. When she agreed to come upstairs with me, it felt unreal, like the dream had already begun before we reached the room. 

The hotel corridor seemed hushed, as if the world was politely looking away. 

Later, standing together beneath warm water, the closeness was intimate and unguarded, laughter mixing with anticipation.

What followed felt timeless - pure connection, intensity, and wonder, far beyond anything I’d imagined. 

It was the kind of experience where everything aligns perfectly, where desire and emotion blur into something overwhelming and unforgettable.

Dried off, lying on the bed, the first thing I do is secure her arms and legs, spreadeagled to make sure she cannot interfere or stop me.  

I’ve improvised her restraints, employing my belt, tie and her stockings.

She is at my mercy, and I can see doubt in her face, what have you gotten yourself into and what is he going to do to me?

Once I have her as I want her, I begin to gently kiss her face. Her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, neck, ears. It seems ages before I go to her mouth, and then still, I don’t kiss her properly. 

I begin at the left corner with little teasing pecks and gradually follow the line of her lower lip, without touching the lip properly, to the other corner before doing the same to her upper lip. She keeps opening her mouth, licking her lips, wanting me to kiss her, but I have decided she’ll wait.

I begin to suck on her lower lip, pulling it between my own lips before starting to kiss her open mouth. Our tongues fighting and probing, tasting each other, as my left hand starts to slowly caress and scratch her nakedness.

I leave her lips and start to kiss downwards, past her chin, her throat, and down the valley till I get to her belly button, where I pause and spend some minutes kissing, licking and gently tonguing it before moving back to her breasts.  

I start on the right one, kissing around the globe, gradually making my way to the nipple before sucking and gently chewing that lovely morsel, feeling it grow between my lips.

I make my way across her chest and repeat my treatment on its neglected and equally hard sister while my hand takes over on the wet one I’ve just left.  

My other hand has wandered down her body, and the back of it is very lightly stroking her pussy. I can hear her breathing getting heavier, and I can feel her heart beating rapidly.

I release her nipple from my lips and move my mouth down her body, my hand continuing to play with her breast. 

I can smell her arousal and know I’m going to enjoy her taste. I skirt around her pussy, licking along the edge until I reach her thigh before moving to put my face over my true goal and I lick the exquisite mound with its little dark landing strip of damp hair, and yes, she tastes as delicious as I could have imagined.

I pause for a moment to enjoy the view… before continuing to tease her, licking a couple of complete circles around the outside of her vulva, never quite touching her gorgeous lips. I pause at the bottom and prise her cheeks apart, then push my tongue as far as I can to lick her ass hole before sliding out, across the perineum to the very bottom of her sex and am rewarded with my first real taste of her nectar.  

I knew I was going to enjoy thi,s but I had no idea just how much. I felt like I was in my own little paradise. Slowl,y I licked up her outer lip, cleaning it of juices as I went, then flicked lightly across her clit and down the other side.  

I was having to keep my arms over her silky soft thighs to restrict her movements as she tried to get me to centre on her pussy. 

‘You really need to learn patience, you naughty girl; if it’s worth having, it’s worth waiting for.’

I pause at the bottom of her vulva and take a moment to enjoy the view of her body before starting to move my face up and use my mouth to clean the nectar from her inner lips.  

Slowly licking and sucking them, pulling them, gently scraping them with my teeth, stretching them into my mouth, doing all I can to avoid her clit, which I’m saving for later.

I lick inside her, getting her fresh contribution to my efforts before I bring my fingers into play. I wet my right forefinger with my mouth, then gently slide it into her, feeling around, familiarising myself with her channel before adding one more finger, all the while easing my tongue closer and closer to her clit.

I can feel her pussy flex on my fingers, so I move my mouth away from her clit but keep my fingers working, sometimes thrusting, sometimes stroking. 

I bring my other hand down, and, using the juices leaking from her, I start to tease her clit once more, slowly circling. 

I feel she’s close to orgasm, so I stop and pull away before moving up her body to kiss her mouth and share the heavenly taste of her cunt with her. I don’t want her to orgasm too soon.

When she’s calmed down, I start once again on her nipples and breasts, then down again across her bellybutton and return to the source of her nectar.  

Then I am kissing and licking around her stomach as my right hand goes straight to her pussy. My left hand keeps playing with her left nipple.  

She’s reaching for orgasm, so once again, in spite of her moaning and pleading, I stop. I move myself to lie beside her and gently stroke the smooth, soft skin of her body. Kissing the side of her face, I tell her to be patient, whispering how incredibly hot and sexy she is and what her beauty is doing to me.

After the shortest of pauses, I return to my duties, only this time, more aggressively. Kneeling between her legs, I push my right hand forefinger inside her quickly, adding its nearest neighbour. My left thumb strokes over her perineum. 

Then I put the same thumb in my own mouth, soak it with my saliva, and return it to her asshole and ease it inside. 

Is it time to allow you your climax, or am I going to make you suffer and wait a little more…?

I decide it’s time, so I let my hands continue to work their magic before removing them and putting my mouth back to her clit.

I gently start to eat her cunt whilst sliding two fingers back inside her to stroke her G-spot. My gentleness rapidly disappears, and I’m greedily devouring her pussy, attempting to satisfy my own lust for her.

She explodes over my face, so I calm down my attack, receding to gradually nothing. I remove my hands and face then slide up the naked skin of her body to kiss her and hold her as she relaxes.

With her breathing back to normal, I release her legs from their restraints and position my throbbing, hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. I’ve waited for this and now it’s my reward.

Slowly, the head disappears, followed by the rest of my length, into her tight little cunt, and I’m now fully enveloped in her. My upper body is resting on my left elbow as I wait for her.

When I see her face come back to reality, I withdraw slowly till I’m almost clear before beginning to slowly, gently, pump my hips in and out, slowly, slowly, in and out then, picking up speed, doing all I can do to push her to her next orgasm.

The feel of her tightness massaging my cock is too much and I let out an audible, involuntary moan as I release my cum, spurting into her warm and welcoming body, ecstatic in those seconds of nirvana before collapsing, spent, to embrace her in warm comfortable, exhausted sleep.

I woke with the echo of it still clinging to me - the warmth, the closeness, the sense that I had been somewhere else entirely. 

For a breathless second I expected unfamiliar walls, foreign light, the remnants of a night that had felt impossibly real. 

Instead, the ceiling above me was the same one I’d known for years, pale and unremarkable, staring back without recognition.

Cold air pressed through the room, sharp and unkind, and the illusion collapsed under the weight of morning. 

Outside, the sky hung low and colourless. The sheets were twisted, the dream already dissolving into fragments I couldn’t quite hold onto. Then the alarm sounded—loud, insistent, merciless—announcing it was time to get up, time to return.

I lay there a moment longer, mourning a place that had never existed, before swinging my feet onto the floor. Whatever I had been, whoever I had been with, was gone. All that remained was the cold, the clock, another waiting workday… and a pair of wet pyjama bottoms.