table and approaches, handing one to me.
I take a sip of the mysterious cloudy liquid.
Wow.
It’s strong, but tastes amazing – just like everything else in this place.
“What is it?” I ask, tasting vodka mixed in with citrus fruits and something else too – a gentle sweet note, cutting through the strength and bitterness.
“It’s a balalaika,” he replies with an enigmatic smile. “Equal parts Cointreau, vodka and lemon juice. It’s my favorite. Please, let yourself enjoy it. Really give yourself up to it. Let it activate your senses. Because as I said before, Alisha, all I want this week is to give you pleasure, to bring you alive, to yourself, and to the possibilities of your body ...”
I can feel myself trembling now, from a heady mixture of nervousness and excitement, as he closes in, bringing his face towards mine and reaching out to take the glass from my hand. He places it behind me on a bureau and then leans in to kiss me, and when he does, I feel myself melt, tasting the sweet sharpness of the cocktail on the velvety softness of lips, as his tongue pushes so deep into my mouth and his hands slide around behind my back, the touch of his fingertips leaving electric crackles in their wake.
“I need you naked Alisha,” he growls, the moment our lips part again. “If I have to wait one second longer, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to tear that fucking dress from your body.”
I take a quick step back, unable to let him tear such a beautiful garment, reaching behind my back with nervous shaky fingers to unzip it, letting it quickly slip to the floor. And this time, as I unclasp my bra and step out of my panties, I feel slightly more confident.
I mean, it still feels kind of weird, to be naked like this in front of him, but now that I’ve done it once before, it kind of feels okay, too.
Once again, I feel his eyes roving hungrily over my skin.
“God,” he murmurs, tracing his fingers lightly over my collarbone, then downwards, tantalizingly close to my erect left nipple, “Your skin is absolutely divine. I’ve never felt skin like it... so soft, so perfect .”
All of a sudden, he lifts me easily off the floor and carries me to the bed, placing me gently on the edge of it so that I’m sitting, facing into the room.
And then he begins to undress, too, starting with his tie, then slipping off his blazer, and then unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, uncovering a body beneath that is both lean yet muscular, so broad and strong compared to my own slender frame. It’s like I just can’t tear my eyes away from him, and I can tell that he doesn’t mind me watching him either, as he slowly uncovers even more of himself. I hold my breath clutched tightly in my chest as he undoes the laces of his brogues, slips them off along with his black socks, and then, finally, begins to unbuckle his belt.
As he bends down to slip his slacks and boxer shorts in one quick easy movement over his muscular thighs and then down around his ankles, I’m unable to contain the soft gasp of surprise that escapes my lips when I register just how damn big his cock is. I might never have seen one in real life before, but even so, I can still tell that this one isn’t a regular size. It’s large and twitching and flushed a deep purple color, so thick and long, jutting upwards between his muscular thighs, as if it wants to leap right off his body and attack me ...
He smiles when he notices my shock, then calmly and confidently nods down towards it, nestled there in its fuzzy crop of dusky brown hair, his balls smoothly shaven, so round and swollen and tight beneath, and says, “I’m guessing you’ve not seen one of these before?”
I know there’s no point in lying, so with an embarrassed blush, I shake my head.
“Dear girl, you’re even more inexperienced than I’d guessed,” he replies gently. “But don’t worry. As I said before, we’ll take this nice and slow ...”
And at this, he sits down
I take a sip of the mysterious cloudy liquid.
Wow.
It’s strong, but tastes amazing – just like everything else in this place.
“What is it?” I ask, tasting vodka mixed in with citrus fruits and something else too – a gentle sweet note, cutting through the strength and bitterness.
“It’s a balalaika,” he replies with an enigmatic smile. “Equal parts Cointreau, vodka and lemon juice. It’s my favorite. Please, let yourself enjoy it. Really give yourself up to it. Let it activate your senses. Because as I said before, Alisha, all I want this week is to give you pleasure, to bring you alive, to yourself, and to the possibilities of your body ...”
I can feel myself trembling now, from a heady mixture of nervousness and excitement, as he closes in, bringing his face towards mine and reaching out to take the glass from my hand. He places it behind me on a bureau and then leans in to kiss me, and when he does, I feel myself melt, tasting the sweet sharpness of the cocktail on the velvety softness of lips, as his tongue pushes so deep into my mouth and his hands slide around behind my back, the touch of his fingertips leaving electric crackles in their wake.
“I need you naked Alisha,” he growls, the moment our lips part again. “If I have to wait one second longer, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to tear that fucking dress from your body.”
I take a quick step back, unable to let him tear such a beautiful garment, reaching behind my back with nervous shaky fingers to unzip it, letting it quickly slip to the floor. And this time, as I unclasp my bra and step out of my panties, I feel slightly more confident.
I mean, it still feels kind of weird, to be naked like this in front of him, but now that I’ve done it once before, it kind of feels okay, too.
Once again, I feel his eyes roving hungrily over my skin.
“God,” he murmurs, tracing his fingers lightly over my collarbone, then downwards, tantalizingly close to my erect left nipple, “Your skin is absolutely divine. I’ve never felt skin like it... so soft, so perfect .”
All of a sudden, he lifts me easily off the floor and carries me to the bed, placing me gently on the edge of it so that I’m sitting, facing into the room.
And then he begins to undress, too, starting with his tie, then slipping off his blazer, and then unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, uncovering a body beneath that is both lean yet muscular, so broad and strong compared to my own slender frame. It’s like I just can’t tear my eyes away from him, and I can tell that he doesn’t mind me watching him either, as he slowly uncovers even more of himself. I hold my breath clutched tightly in my chest as he undoes the laces of his brogues, slips them off along with his black socks, and then, finally, begins to unbuckle his belt.
As he bends down to slip his slacks and boxer shorts in one quick easy movement over his muscular thighs and then down around his ankles, I’m unable to contain the soft gasp of surprise that escapes my lips when I register just how damn big his cock is. I might never have seen one in real life before, but even so, I can still tell that this one isn’t a regular size. It’s large and twitching and flushed a deep purple color, so thick and long, jutting upwards between his muscular thighs, as if it wants to leap right off his body and attack me ...
He smiles when he notices my shock, then calmly and confidently nods down towards it, nestled there in its fuzzy crop of dusky brown hair, his balls smoothly shaven, so round and swollen and tight beneath, and says, “I’m guessing you’ve not seen one of these before?”
I know there’s no point in lying, so with an embarrassed blush, I shake my head.
“Dear girl, you’re even more inexperienced than I’d guessed,” he replies gently. “But don’t worry. As I said before, we’ll take this nice and slow ...”
And at this, he sits down
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