My first post and hopefully just a 'taste' of things to come.
The Ritual Decantation
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He carefully poured her a glass of the rather expensive Valpolicella. The wine was deep red and spicy, the use of partially dried grapes intensifying it's flavour. He was wearing just a pair of black satin boxer shorts, his smooth firm chest glistening slightly in the heat as the cooling flow of air from ceiling fan played with his hair.
She emerged from the bathroom wearing black strappy heels, hold-up stockings and a transparent black chiffon negligee that clung and flowed around her body imbuing a certain statuesque quality upon her. He proffered the glass as she walked slowly towards him across the black tiled floor, her heels clicking against the background of Rachmaninov, the warm smile on her face and the brightness in her eyes revealing her joy and anticipation. The gentle currents of air from the fan sent ripples through the sheer material making her skin seem alive.
She took the glass with one hand, while with the other she reached down and cupped his aching balls in her palm, holding them for a while before softly squeezing and pulling her hand back slowly along his throbbing manhood, the smooth black satin feeling so good against her finger tips. She knelt down slowly and ran her lips along the prominent outline in the stretched material, dampening it with her tongue and kissing the head. She carefully eased down his shorts, letting his erection spring free and rub against her cheeks. He sighed at the relief of the cool air on its burning skin and then grunted at the intensity of the sensation as her finger tip removed a glistening drop from the shiny purple head.
As he looked down, she looked him in the eyes and, raising her hand, brought the nectar to her mouth, her eyes glowing as she carefully coated it on her lips, making them shine. She smiled at him as her mouth drew closer and finally engulfed his almost painful erection, sucking gently and tormenting it with her tongue as she let him push it slowly into her mouth. She let him savour the oral pleasures, but when he began to excitedly push towards her throat, she placed a hand on his stomach and slowly stood, collecting her wine glass as she rose. She leant forward and kissed him, a slow sweet merging of lips that let them share his taste. Satisfied, she stepped back, and put her glass to her lips, taking a sip before wiping them in a seductive circular motion with her tongue.
"Stand still." She ordered, quietly but firmly, giving him the glass. "Place the glass to your lips and just let the wine flow very slowly, over your chin and down your body."
He obediently took the glass and raised it. A drop ran slowly from his bottom lip, over his chin and down his neck. It felt strange and unnatural and he wanted to wipe it away, but she leant forward and licked at some of the drops of red liquid as it hastened its way towards his chest. She took each of his nipples in her mouth in turn and nursed them gently before moving her tongue between them to stem the red tide in the valley that parted his hairless, muscular upper torso. She lapped hungrily as the flow increased, moving down his body to keep up with the trail.
It flowed down his taught stomach, some pooling in his button, and then carrying onward. She followed the slow red cascade down past his hips, her tongue and lips tormenting his skin as they approached their target. Squatting between his legs, she let drops of the velvet liquid drip from his balls into her eager mouth, scooping it onto her tongue before smearing it along his length. Gradually the flow slowed and, as it did, her lips spent longer running up and down his manhood, her tongue becoming more energetic in its lapping, flicking and teasing. She wrapped her hand around the well lubricated base and began to squeeze and twist it as her mouth continued its delightful torment of soft kisses on the tip.
