I am in a crowded square, looking for you. It is carnival in Venice. The square is St. Mark's. Everyone is dressed in colorful costumes and wearing masks. I am dressed in silk...the fabric clings to my body and whispers as I move. My dress is red...long and flowing. Thin straps on my shoulders and my strand of white pearls around my neck rests between my full breasts. I have a shawl of reds and blacks that I carry over one arm. I wear a mask of black feathers...only my dark red lips and eyes are exposed. I am looking for you.
My eyes search the square for you. Vibrant colors, swirling., yellows, blacks, reds, blues and purple. Suddenly my eyes are caught by a tall man dressed all in black including the mask he wears. Is that you? Our eyes lock as he moves toward me. I cannot take my eyes this man. As he approaches, he holds out his hand to me. I touch his hand and I feel his warmth...a shiver runs through my body.
This man does not speak. His dark eyes do not leave mine. He takes the shawl from my hand and puts it gently around my shoulders...brushing my nipple. It hardens under the touch and I sigh. He takes my hand again and leads me away from the square. Down the narrow, dark streets of Venice. He hurries along the cobblestones as I trip along in my black stilettos.
Suddenly he stops and gently pushes me up against the cool wall of a dark building. He leans forward and gently kisses my blood red lips. As I taste his lips I wonder...is this you? We kiss deeply, tasting each other as our tongues caress each other. As we are pressed together I can feel his excitement grow. I am getting moist in anticipation.
His hands move to the straps of my dress and as he kisses me...he pushes them off my shoulders and dips down to kiss my breasts. His kisses are soft and exciting as my body moves... My body responds to his kisses as my nipples harden and ache. I stand there trembling from the cool air of the night and the excitement of his touch. My hands caress his hair. I want to kiss him but he will not be drawn up to my lips.
His hands and lips continue to move down my body to my waist. My dress rests there and he stops and looks up at me. He drops to his knees and slowly moves his hands up my bare, smooth legs. I spread my legs apart, wanting his touch. He caresses my inner thighs. The feeling is so exciting that I am moaning softly. My eyes are closed concentrating on his touch... My black silk panties are growing wet with my juices and my hips begin to move. He leans forward and kisses my inner thighs as I moan softly.
