The Deep South (revamped erotic story and new photo encl)

Your horse and carriage glide swiftly and almost silently along the red dirt road.  On each side you are consumed by an avenue of oaks dripping with moss painting a portrait of the mystery to come.  You can just see the stars through the canopy of moss and you see my home in the distance…..an antebellum plantation with Doric columns and a wraparound porch.  You are almost in my arms and take a moment to drift away in the memory of our last lust filled escapade in my room.

Fireflies are swarming in the surrounding fields acting as a natural night light for those who pass.  You can’t help but remember racing through those fields equipped with only an empty Mason jar as a child.  The thought brings a light smile, accompanied by a slight laugh, to your moist lips.  When you finally reach my entryway you are greeted with a smile and an offering of chilled sweet tea or fresh squeezed lemonade.  You have something a little stronger in mind though and you turn in the direction of your craving.  

As you are escorted to the parlor your heart beat begins to slow a bit.  You soak in the deep mahogany woods so prevalent in each room you pass.  You are surrounded by history that reads like a book.  You help yourself to a cigar and cognac.  Just as you are getting comfortable you hear a voice from behind “Belle will see you now.”  Mmmmmmmm, the bulge between your legs slowly but surely begins to rise to the occasion ahead.  

As you reach the spiraling staircase your heart again picks up the pace.  Well, not only your heart.  You hurry your way up trying not to trip with each step, plummeting right back to your starting point.  Now, that wouldn’t do at all would it?  You hear my voice lightly beckoning “This way my darlin’.”  You know exactly where to find me now.  You are not new to this game.  Your entire body reacts with an up rise.  

Finally there I am standing before you, clad in a Victorian bustle gown made of red velvet and ivory silk…layers upon layers upon layers of silk and lace.  The corset underneath accentuates my already tiny waist.  Although you could swim in the rich fabrics you need to swim in my flesh more.  You begin to undress me as quickly as possible, one layer at a time.  I want to scream out and swiftly rip the fabric from my skin.  

Each layer leads to greater anticipation until there I am...in the flesh.  My skin isn’t much darker than the ivory silk and it is smooth to the touch.  I grab your face firmly in my hands and pierce your salty lips with my tongue.  You taste of cognac and cigar, two of my all-time favorites on a man.  There is no time to be gentle.  I want you now!  You toss me effortlessly back onto a four post canopy bed.  The bed is a perfect creation for binding but that isn't on the agenda tonight; maybe next time.  It’s been done before.  

There is a pleasant breeze seeping through the arched windows.  The summer's day heat is dissipating making way for a welcome night chill.  While still holding your face with one hand I reach down with the other and effortlessly remove your belt and unbutton your trousers.  The movement is well known and your body is ready for me.  I hike my legs up with my red heals propped on the foot board and guide you deep inside of me.  It never ceases to amaze me how perfectly you fit inside of me.  

Our mouths continue to explore each other as you stand pulsing back and forth inside of me.  With each thrust you make your way deeper and deeper, my wet lips tight around your hard sex.  I tense up below you and thrust my hips into yours.  I am going to burst.  My entire body is heated and clenching as I quickly come to an orgasm, juices gushing everywhere.  I am a screamer but luckily we are on the only plantation for miles.  

We continue with you grunting, panting, groaning and moaning loudly in my ear.  I moan with you as I am still on fire even after my intense orgasm.  Your moans become stronger and your thrusts almost violent tearing lustfully into me.  You pull out of me and let yourself cum all over my smooth ivory stomach, painting me in your thick salty sweet juices.  Your orgasm is so strong and violent just as mine was and some of your juices actually make it into my mouth.  Yummy!

You lie down beside me and we do not speak; we are trying to catch our breath and no words are needed.  After what seems like hours I get up and clean us both up, licking my lips for one last taste.  I put a cream silk dressing gown on and lie back down beside you but you move swiftly to stand, immediately buttoning your trousers and belt.  I reach for you but only manage to graze your leg.  You lean in for one last swift kiss.  

I ask in a sensuous inviting voice “What will I do when you leave?”  You then reply in a voice with base “Frankly Belle, I don’t give a damn.”  I am not concerned.  I know you cannot stay away for long.